This morning I woke up late, and subsequently, was late getting to work. I called Leah while I was on my way, saying I was almost to the train.

Leah: I'd fire you, but you already quit. I can't even torture you anymore.
Me: Nope.
Leah: You don't even care, do you?
Me: Sure I do. I'm still an insecure person who needs validation. You can give that to me.

Later, as I was writing this post Leah was looking over my shoulder.

Leah: Don't you think that's kind of a depressing note to end on?
Me: Eh.
Leah: Well we should add something to put on at the end.

The two of us sat there for a minute. Then I added this stuff. ...It wasn't so much a better note to end on, as a different one.