Lorelai finds snazzy Luke as he's on his way to his truck. She should tell him he looks awesome; she doesn't. She apologizes and says she needs to reschedule dinner. Luke says that's fine. Lorelai says she's tired, and apologizes for getting him all dressed up. Luke says it's okay to dress up every once in a while because it reminds him why he's not an accountant. He asks Lorelai if she's okay, because she doesn't look okay. Lorelai distractedly admits that she's distracted. She says that today she wished she was married, even though she loves her life and space and stuff and time, but today she wished she had a partner -- someone to pick up the slack. Someone to make her coffee in the morning and get the sink. Lorelai sits down and cries, saying she thought she had everything under control but that she doesn't, and the inn is falling apart. This has been her dream forever and it's here and she's failing. She can't handle it. She spends every minute running around, working, and thinking. Sookie has the baby and Michel has Céline and she doesn't have time for herself or to talk to Rory. She sat at her parents' house today listening to her grandmother call her a charity case and she couldn't even argue with her. She couldn't say anything because she's running out of money and doesn't know what to do about it and was going to ask Luke for $30,000 tonight: "That's how pathetic I am." Luke tries to figure out how he can give her the money, but Lorelai doesn't want to talk about it right now. She says she doesn't want to think about it. Lorelai cries, and Luke pulls her into his arms as Lorelai whines that she's failing. "I'm failing," she repeats. Luke tells her she's not failing. "I don't know what to do," Lorelai sobs. Luke holds Lorelai as she cries, and tells her it's okay. Ah, fake boyfriends. What would we do without them?

Yale. Rory listens to a message from Lorelai, who says there's nothing much to report.

Home. Lorelai listens to a message from Rory, who says there's nothing much to report. Lorelai heads upstairs as we fade to black.

Next week: Shopping. Emily. CuteDean considers divorce.