I am getting a new tattoo. I’m seeing Jordan (the guy who did my ‘why not’ tattoo). I think I have asked for something that is definitely not what I am currently getting. Looking down, I see that he’s completed a simple rectangle taking up most of my left calf, at a slight angle. The lines are thin and impossibly straight. Nobody that I show this new tattoo seems to like it. I notice that I have a few small tattoos on my legs and think that the rectangle is fitting. I am going to hike Half Dome. Options for someone going with me are Melissa and Ethan S. from work. They both end up [missing] out on me. I accept that I’ll be going along and then start to worry about the time … started around 5:30am last time. I notice that I’m wearing fairly short shorts and a button up t shirt. I’m now outside and Aunt Anna shows up in their brown truck. She has a dozen or more large bottles of hard alcohol for a get together and asks me if it looks like too much. I visualize the amount in one (whisky) and start to think that yes, it is.