I just apparently spent 57 minutes sitting outside talking on the phone with Lisa about IMDB and graduation and her roommates and boys from WH, and her party tomorrow and student teaching and commutes and apartments and 90210 and the phone kept dropping and undropping our call.  But it definitely did not feel like it was that long.  At all.  I guess that's what it's like when you're talking on the phone with someone like Lisa.  I honestly think I would die for her.  I love you, Lishee, and I'm sorry I have to miss your party tomorrow!