Not to make excuses, but I seem to find myself under more pressure than usual (which is, admittedly, none; THE BAR HAS BEEN RAISED SO MUCH HIGHER SO MUCH QUICKER) and blinding terror; neither of which I respond to very well. In this state, instead of being kind, I tend to be irate and wishing I had a baseball bat nearby with which to 'chat' with. -_-
So I'm sorry. I will try and work on it, and perhaps not be a dillweed.
