I was at some kind of flea market like a Regional Market, lots of boxes and vendors, many stalls. I had to pack my room- I thought it would be really simple but when I got to it I realized I had a ton of stuff to pack. I needed boxes. I started walking around the market looking for empty boxes. I had told someone (Will?) that I need boxes for books and records. I found a couple of beatup dirty boxes that would work, but not enough, and the tops wouldn't fit right. I walked behind two girls, one of whom had a loud Brooklyn voice. She was complaining about an imminent car ride, that such and such food gave her gas and that she'd be stuck in the car. She didn't care herself but some other girl would be with them and couldn't stand it. The Brooklyn girl said "ah I'll just say 'Jeeziz I can't even faht!?'" [the door buzzer went off and I got up to let Jetta, Becca & Becca's brother in - 9:30- returning from Kindness] more