Previously, on Dawson's Landing; blah blah Dawson blah blah Dawson, blah blah blah blah Dawson.

True Love II: True Love Means Sleeping With That Waitress At The Restaurant. Pacey. Dawson. Coffee. Kibitzing. "For the most part, I'm fine," Dawson wearily assures Pacey. Pacey peers at the Head (I just typed that as "the Heave." Freudian slip much?) with well-faked concern. "Even though you're not going down in flames right now, you do have something on your mind," Pacey says. "So why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Dawson swears that nothing is on his mind, "really." It's just that…he doesn't know what to do with himself. He knows he doesn't want to go back to USC, but that's about all he knows. Pacey advises Dawson to give himself "a break" and give it all some time. "Before you know it, you'll be back in the saddle," he chortles, as he slides out of the banquette and goes to make himself a sandwich. Mmmm, sandwiches. Pacey reminds Dawson that he, Pacey Witter, is the resident slacking expert, and that a little bit of doing nothing will do Dawson a world of good. Dawson informs Pacey that "that self-deprecating stuff" doesn't really work anymore, not now that he's all Mr. King Kitchen. Pacey shrugs. "What can I say? I love the kitchen life," he says. He slides back into the banquette with his snack, and muses that part of the package of said "kitchen life" is "grill-side drama." I guess those of us in a regular office setting have to settle for "Xerox-side drama," or "coffee-maker-side drama." Insert some bitching about She Who Shall Not Be Recapped, and Pacey's "very poorly thought-out attraction to her," like, is that a meta statement by the writers or what? "Do you want to talk about it?" Dawson asks. Because being a Poor Fatherless Child has given him a Newfound Interest In The Problems Of Others. Pacey shakes his head and tells Dawson not to "trouble [himself]" with it. He has enough on his mind, after all. Dawson looks at his coffee cup and clears his throat and tells Pacey that he knows Pacey will "find a way to help the girl." Pacey sort of peers at him. "Is that so?" he asks. Dawson looks up at him. "Without a doubt," he says. Wait, are we still talking about Karen? I don't get it. Maybe if one of the writers could drive over to my house and hit me on the head several times with a ball-peen hammer, things would be a little bit clearer. Because it almost seems like they might be talking about Pacey's relationship with that brown-haired girl. What's her name again? Frankie? Whatever.