The Kind of Thing I Lose Sleep Over

Last night I glanced at my one foray into lj memedom and noticed the infinitive named among the verb moods. How did it get there? Apparently, my fingers were doing the thinking, because I know better. Who but me would lose sleep over a thing like that, imagining the kind people on my friends list would think less of me for the lapse?

Memo to myself: Get over the perfectionism.