I am obsessed with e-mail. The excitement of a new mail notification hasn't ever gone away for me, and I've been using the internet for twelve years. Therefore, it should come as no surprise to you that I send insane numbers of email every day, regardless of how senseless and silly the conversations might be.

See below.

Blake: think I am dying or something. I have been tired for 2 weeks now.
Me: I don't think you're dying.
Blake: Well, I am glad you are firmly on the optimistic side. I need all the positive attitudes I can find in my current condition.
Me: Everyone knows dead people don't type.
Blake: Science is pretty amazing these days.
Me: It's not THAT amazing.
Blake: If Will Smith can cure vampire zombiness, anything is possible.
Me: Yeah, because cinematography and science are SO the same thing...
Blake: Yup. Maybe the ringing in my ears* keeps my subconscious up at night.
Me: Possible.
Blake: Well, on the bright side, I might go crazy soon.
Me: Because of sleep deprivation?
Blake: Yup. I am looking forward to it though. Crazy people seem to have a pretty good time. Not as good as cows, but still...
Me: Way to look on the bright side, babe.

* In an act of sheer brilliance, Blake shot a gun a few weeks ago without ear protection, and his ears have been ringing ever since.