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?

Driveby comment to say I feel you so hard on just about all of this. (That is the bowing out of family interaction in order to do writing/creative things and then that sucking.)