The real world stinks sometimes (and I'm not talking about MTVs reality show)

Usually right now I'd be inside the head of Ruth Lacey, sophomore at CU in Boulder who has the ability to see the future (sort of).  Ruth is the protagonist in my current WIP.  Instead, I'm trying to summon up enough emotional energy to string these few words together, so I can fulfill my goal of doing a blog post at least every other day. You see, today was, for various and sundry reasons, a hard day.  And this has temporarily (at least I hope only temporarily) derailed my ability to burrow into the depths of Ruth's head and surround myself with her reality.  My real life has, most emphatically, trumped my imaginary one.  Why is it that never happens the other way around?