one of my best friends asked me today "so have you been writing at all?" and I didn't know what to say. well I knew that the answer was "no" and then I said "no", and then a bunch of excuses & then clarifications that of course said excuses were indeed bullshit and then I thought why do I even make excuses fuck it and well then we talked about other shit. so i'm writing out of spite. yes, spite. plus some sort of righteous indignation. aaaaannnnddd ok i'm over it.