Later, Rory lets herself into her dorm room and crashes onto her bed, still reading Glenn's Times article. She looks miserable. Which is understandable, since she's apparently had some kind of brain aneurysm and it takes her all day to read one newspaper article. I had an aneurysm just last weekend that left me able to speak only gibberish for, like, hours. Or maybe it was just a migraine. Speaking of migraines, Lorelai calls. She's got a non-rhetorical question: "Do you want to laugh?" We see that Lorelai's sitting in her kitchen, looking at Luke, who has apparently decided to pull a Sylvia Plath rather than go on another date with Lorelai. Or maybe he's just fixing her oven. Lorelai tells Rory about a "bit" that Luke just did, where he banged his head inside the oven. Luke is of the opinion that banging his head in a way that hurts like hell does not constitute a "bit." Luke, when you're dating Lorelai, everything is a bit. Also, he's still calling it "the stove." Is that a New England thing, or a sloppy writing thing? Since I'm just subbing I'll give it the benefit of the doubt. Lorelai senses that something's wrong with Rory -- "You have Bambi voice," she says, which sounds to me a lot like normal Rory voice, and Rory complains about being behind because everyone else at the paper did journalism stuff while she "ran away to Europe with Grandma...to deal with [her] own personal whatever." Some of us have been spending a lot more time waiting for Rory to deal with her own personal whatever. Lorelai assures Rory that she'll catch up: "You're catch-up girl. Not to be confused with ketchup girl...You were a mustard-and-relish girl from day one. A little condiment humor for you." Yeah, damn little. Luke bangs his head in the oven again and lets out an "Ow! Jeez, what the -- aaaaaaargh!" straight out of vaudeville. Lorelai giggles and asks him to do it again louder for Rory. Rory tells Lorelai she sounds happy. "I am, kid," Lorelai beams. Must be the boyfriend's cranial trauma. I know that when I was in the emergency room with my aneurysm last weekend, my wife Trash was climbing the walls with glee.