Homer, your butt's just given me an idea!

Thursday was quite uneventful, sadly, and I finally told Olive when I was leaving. For some unknown reason, she thought I was horribly depressed, despite the fact that I kept telling her I was fine. I just wanted to read my book, but she decided that to cure my depression we were going to clean out her closet. I have absolutely NO idea why she thought I was depressed. Maybe she was depressed and was projecting it onto me. Oh well. Only 36 more days.