Sunday

today's been a bit of a surreal day. I had something come into my inbox on tumblr that's been needling me all day (i'm thinking of turning off anon, because honestly if you want to take issue with something I've said please at least do me the courtesy of saying it to my face) and I've been working on processing it. My parents called me last night at about 8pm saying 'hey do you want to go walk around Stanley Park tomorrow morning?' and I said no because a) didn't wanna and b) I had plans to write, and so I spent the whole day feeling guilty about that. And my writing today was crap so that makes me feel even worse. Why is describing human interaction so hard?

Tomorrow is back to work and I have a feeling that this week is going to be verging on a disaster, but I'll do what I can. I'm lucky in that I have a great boss and a good bunch of people and it makes it a bit easier when I know that everyone is working as hard as I am (something I haven't had in previous jobs so I'm doubly conscious of that).

So anyway. Here's to another week.