Lisa: Um, how are you? Still married? Lydia still alive and kicking?
Laura: Yeah. You?
Lisa: I started crying last night for no reason. So Ken thinks I'm crazy. Just business as usual.
Laura: Post Edit Depression.
Lisa: Oh, good call. You think they have drugs for this kind of thing? I just don't know what to do with myself.
Laura: I know. Have you tried refreshing email?
Lisa: Yes, I'm doing it right now. It's so wrong, but it feels so right. Kind of like J. Simp's romper.
Laura: If that's not a cry for help, I don't know what is.
Lisa: Yeah. So...
Laura: Um...I guess I'll just talk to you when we get line edits?
Lisa: Yeah, whatever. Wait! What about the blog?
Laura: Can't you just post this conversation? It's riveting.
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