Jane is apparently trying to kill me:

jlowers79: you owe me a story, bitch!
sjerslix: Whuh? The one you said was due the beginning of December?
jlowers79: oh, right.
sjerslix: CHRIST don't scare me like that
jlowers79: damn. yeah, yours isn't due til then
jlowers79: damn. sorry
sjerslix: You almost gave me a heart attack
jlowers79: it's a two-parter and I thought your story was due for the first one.
jlowers79: never mind
sjerslix: I've just gotten a lot of PR people saying how much they love me for contacting them two months early. Don't make me look like an ass to them...
jlowers79: hee
sjerslix: All right, I'm breathing again.....
jlowers79: look, cardio workout
sjerslix): How nice for me

Editors, I realize you have to have your fun. But we writers are delicate creatures, and encounters such as these are just going to make us even more neurotic. Granted, it's amusing to watch us freak. And I suppose it would be an interesting exercise to pull something like this to see which of us start reflexively making excuses ("You didn't get it? But I e-mailed it to you!" "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, my mom was really sick so I was out of town for a while. I thought I told you....") and which protest. But I cannot encourage such social experiments.