Summers home. Basement. Kept company only by a portable radio, Buffy dabs furiously at the grass stain on her coat. Abrupt cut to the living room. It's morning, and Buffy is asleep on the couch, her coat draped over her. She's awakened by the sound of the garbage truck and races after it with the trash bags, but it's too late. Buffy walks in through the back door, having picked up yesterday's mail on the way back inside. Dawn's already in the kitchen and oh-so-helpfully reminds Buffy that it's trash day. Someone remind me why Dawn can't take out the trash? God. It's not like we ever see her DO anything other than whine and prance about. I'm sure she spends a lot of time shining her hair or something, but I'm thinking that five minutes spent hauling refuse to the street once a week wouldn't make an appreciable dent in her grooming time. Buffy gives her a look, then opens a letter from UC Sunnydale. It's a rejection notice. But it looks like her application was only rejected because she didn't get it in before the deadline. Which really shouldn't be a surprise, since the semester already started and all. Dawn asks what Buffy is reading, but Buffy doesn't want to tell her and just folds it and hides it away. Dawn kisses Buffy on her way out the door and says, "See you this afternoon…tonight then. Or, you know, tomorrow's cool." Maybe June? Or how's '04 looking for you? Really, anytime this decade is fine by me. Is Dawn on drugs? Last week, I spent most of the episode cringing at her babyish behavior, but this week she's the perfect little sister. What gives?