[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.

Right, so! Inmates. This is awesome, I figured I'd be waiting a while. Hey, Heero? I don't think we've actually met yet, but I'm Olive, not to be confused with Wichita, who kinda looks like me, and I'm your new warden. Hi. I've got your file here, and I figured we should, I don't know. Actually talk, face to face.

[So she can decide if he is actually dangerous or not. :|]

Unrelatedly, how the hell do you guys deal with this...face twin thing? I mean, doubles are pretty intense in literature and history and all - Stevenson and de Quincy had a lot to say about them - but there's a difference between just musing on this kind of thing or reading about people who mused on it a few centuries ago, and actually having to deal with it.

[...]

Seriously, how many of you have come face to face with your face?