A strange week, actually. A week where words haven’t come easily to me. A day—this day—where words didn’t come easily to me. A day where I’m not going to force it, either. It’s still strange writing a public journal, but I like it. When I had to sit down and think of something novel to write each day, it started to feel a bit stressful, but not so with a journal. A day happens every day, and you can write about it. I lay in the bath and watched videos about linear algebra. Probably should have read a novel or something.