Confession

I have a confession: I didn't go to the poetry reading.

I'd like to go further into why I didn't, but all I can say for right now are keys, my dog, paranoia and just being plain exhausted.
So many stupid things happen and pile up and then there's the matter of dealing with it all.
Seriously.

But about the poetry reading, I'm not going to lie and say I went, though I already did research on the guy and know for a fact that the room at his reading was pretty full, thereby no one would know if I was there or not.
I just don't want to lie. Lies are some of the few things I can't stand at all.

Plus, I find it hard to sit through poetry readings. I know I should support them nonetheless, and usually do. But that day had already been impossibly hard for me.
Not excusing myself, just giving a reason.

So now I feel better about it!