I think I have pissed off a friend.
He invited me to go with him to Los Angeles to attend the museum of tolerance which I wanted to go to, I just didn't have a ride.
I guess he misinterpreted that as "I would love to go with you come pick me up!"
I meant to say was, "If I could I would go with you but I probably won't be able to."
There are other things that I have to do tomorrow and I found out today that I wouldn't be able to go. I didn't even ask for permission to go.
What friends need to understand that I am a recluse. Especially during the summer. I don't like seeing the light of day. I would rather be stuck inside an air conditioned room opening a book and smelling crisp pages as I turn to continue the voyage of completing the story.
To my friend I am sorry that I confused you into thinking I was gonna go. I didn't mean to.
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