Proof that I am on crack. Of doom, probably.

I made a very very very rare appearance on AIM tonight and crossed the path of an individual of my close acquaintance with whom I had not spoken for a time. Following is an abridged transcript of this conversation, which I believe proves...I dunno...something about my lack of sanity. Further proof may be obtained from the fact that I wish to share this with the world. Not that anyone reads this lj anyway.

( Screen names have been changed to pronouns to protect the innocent... )