Words. They're what I am lacking today. I have no idea where they are or why they went away. All I know is they have abandoned me in my time of need. What a persnickety predicament to have to procure a problem in. It’s an unpleasantly terrible thing to lose words. I checked under my bed, and all I found was crusty old bagel, poppy seed to be exact. I looked in the coat closet but all I found were some dreadfully smelly mothballs. I opened the fridge in hopes that last night’s lack luster leftovers would hold a clue to the departed vocabulary. Much to my surprise the less than salvageable lentil soup was chocked completely to the brim of all the letters I use. Then I realized after vociferous cheers that I had accidentally added alphabet soup to my lentil lexicon.