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Well, that kinda sucks, but it's not like I have much internet access anyway. I'll definitely email you, though.

Really? You can't believe that I enjoy our conversations? You're witty, sardonic, and, aside from some rare typos, grammatically correct. You're a brilliant ray of sunshine upon my dreary day, and I wouldn't trade our conversations for anything in the world. Furthermore, if I wasn't able to see the kindness behind your insult, then I would be a sad, lonely preson indeed.

Just to spite you, I disagree with your statement about wisdom. Wisdom is a marvelous cure for pain (the non-conjunctavitis variety of it, anyway). All that any creature on this planet needs to be happy is a bit of wisdom and Elpis, the latter of which you confessed to possessing and the former I believe you to possess, or at least I believe that you are quite capable of attaining it. as a matter of fact, I would bet my life upon it.

You should attempt to thrust yourself into human contact some time. Does wonders for the nerves and digestion. I also hear that meeting someone new is probably the best way to relieve pain related to conjunctavitis and other spiteful microorganisms.

Ha ha ha, that's the spirit.

Fun fact, Pandora's box wasn't a box. It was a storage urn.

Being a walking Pandora's urn isn't bad, really. After everything horrible in this world was gone from it, there was only one thing left inside, and that was hope. You should be rather proud of that.

I'm actually a little insulted that you didn't think I'd miss you. Talking to you really is the best part of my day. I already told you that I won't have a life outside of the internet until school starts and actual human contact is once again thrust upon me, anyway. Even when it does, though, I'll still like talking to you.

So, finish kicking your infection out of your system so that I can berate you into having an actual conversation with me again.

Stop ****ing being sick, already. Talking to your sardonic self is the best part of my soulless day. Plus, it wouldn't have killed you to at least tell me that you're recovering... *Grumble*

Anyway, I miss you. Come back and depress me again.

You're welcome, and it's good to hear that you're recovering. I'm sorry for arguing and adding to your stress. I know you really didn't need it.