Mine managed to be pithy but boring. This is the kind of thing that makes me believe in my Cancer ascendant [with apologies for previous enormous mistake. This is what happens when you write a post as you chat about IWE on the phone]:
Your submission was so upsetting that my doctor had to create an entirely new cocktail–a pinata, if you will–of anti-depressants for me. I briefly considered jumping off the roof of my building to alleviate my suffering, however, this would require leaving the house. Instead I took to my bed with Celine’s Journey to the End of the Night, Primo Levi’s Survival in Auschwitz and a favorite Elliott Smith playlist to cheer myself up.
I am feeling better now, thanks. But I want nothing to do with your submission.
Hmm. But remember it's a Monday and one needs cheering up. [Via Silliman]