I can't handle the pressure. I really can't.

My blogging of late has turned rather apathetic.

I'm not sure what happened.  My brain chemistry changed.  There are too many moons in the house of Saturn.  (I really have no idea what I'm talking about.  Obviously.)  I have lost all will to put together complete English sentences, so I text and very occasionally Twitter.

Speaking of Twitter, as a slightly Type-A personality, the character limit really stresses me out.

Come to think of it, so does the limit on text messages.

But on Twitter, I've had to retrain myself not to put two spaces at the end of every sentence.  Because I don't know about you, but that's the right way to type.

Two spaces people.

Not only does Twitter have a character limit, but the numbers change colors when you get too close to your limit.

I KNOW!  Alright, Twitter.  Get off my back already.

I can't handle the pressure.  Or the performance anxiety that comes with it.

The hardest part for me is that I can't stand to abbreviate.  Or, heaven forbid, use numbers in the place of words.  Or, equally repulsive is the idea of eliminating spaces between words.

I just got rid of the space before my sentences.  Do not ask me to put words together.

See, I'm a rule person.  So the idea of purposefully breaking a rule, even in grammar, causes me to break out in hives.

It's not pretty.

So if you're wondering why I don't tweet much or why my text messages are always complete sentences, and include punctuation (unless I'm driving--safety first people.), that's why.

It's a compulsion that I just can't help.