I can't decide if I really need to write every day, or not. Sometimes there's not much that seems like needs to be said, sometimes there's so much it clogs up and won't come out. Right now I'm just so busy and tired that I can't seem to want to spare the time at the end of the day.

The stress is easing a bit, but I think I've just decided to keep my head down and barrell through. It's safer that way, and we'll get through. I'd rather live, though.