"How are you doing?"
"Fine. Better than fine, actually. Resplendent."
"Well, that's good to hear."
"I still might write a quasi-cryptic self-loathing blog post about it, though."
"Didn't you already do that yesterday?"
"Remarkably, I may still have enough self-loathing inside me for another."
"And blogging helps?"
"Yeah, for some reason, it manages to suck some poison out of the wound that ordinary talking can't reach."
"Blogging is weird."
"It's like how there is something about public self-flagellation that no amount of private self-flagellation can substitute for."
"I guess maybe it's not so much that blogging is weird as that you are weird."