Run, Run, Run, As Fast as You Can March 01, 2004 - 3:15 p.m.

Today is my sister's birthday.

She's ten years old.

I suddenly feel ancient.

I sent her an ecard - she lives in Florida - and I had no idea what to write in it. I went with the standard 'Happy Birthday, Hope it was a nice day' crap.

I couldn't think of anything else.

In Chris' Valentine's Day card that I made him, I only wrote 'Happy Valentines' Day' inside.

Again, I couldn't think of anything to write.

I think my everyday slaughter of the English language has forced all words to scurry away in fear. They refuse to be put through the abuse that I manage to inflict upon them. Moreso in speech than in text.

Half the time, I have trouble spitting out the simplest of sentences without stumbling over my words. And often, I can be mid-sentence and suddenly stop, because I've forgotten a word I was going to say.

Yeah, if I were words, I'd run from me too.

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