I woke up just before five, my brain practically bubbling over with fully-formed paragraphs I composed in that dreamy twilight between snooze buttons.  I fired up Word, my fingers hovering over the Home Keys, but—before I could even format the first paragraph—I decided “Oh, I’ll just check my email.  Just for a second.”

Three hours of internet nonsense later, I’ve forgotten everything I was going to write.  I do, however, now have the entire Herman’s Hermits discography.

So there’s that.