Sometimes stuff just doesn't go right. Little things. A habitual editor, I've found myself sending messages before they were finished. I'll send snarky commentary on a funny link, but without the link. I forgot the rent was due. My internal monologue is slightly less attuned to the world than it should be. I'm blaming this on the stuffy summer heat. In grade school my childhood friend used to insist that we not use our brains over summer vacation - "No thinking!" - this because school was out, and because we didn't have to, so that we really shouldn't waste the energy...