[Here we have Olive, looking tired and a little drawn, but mostly back to her perky self. She's trying.] So here's what I've realized in the past week, Barge. I have been sulking, and sulking is really, really boring.

I mean, we're talking con your friends into painting a fence levels of boring, here. So I am done with it.

Which means I'm in the market for something to do. Anything, really. Did I miss out on the karaoke? Because boredom dictates I'm willing to humiliate myself just for something to do. I will also not say no to any of the following:

• Pool parties
  
• Girls' night
  
• Girls night with a side of less sexism and more hanging out in the pub
  
• Dramatic readings of Sex and Sensibility, Jane Eyre, anything we've got laying around

I'm so not kidding about a dramatic reading. I will request paint and con you all into painting the railing with me if necessary.

...Are we getting new people again? You'd think the Admiral would spare a week.

[And edited in after Rhade pointed it out:] ...I meant Sense. Sense and Sensibility. Not sex.