A part of me will always be

Twice in a row.

I'm not wrong often. It's just something you learn to live with, being really, really intelligent with fast analytical capabilities. I'm glad my mom taught me how to handle it well, though. And I'm not that bad about admitting when I'm wrong, and even apologizing when necessary.

The wonder of the human mind is that it can adapt to new situations, assimilate experiences into a repository and extrapolate from that to deal with new things, new encounters. And avoid making the same mistake twice.

I somehow failed to do that.

I was twice two days in a row. That's incredibly rare. If I can't end my streak by tomorrow, I may start looking for a new line of work.