Finally, she sleeps. I awoke feeling slightly groggy but rested. It's funny what I dream about. I did something last night that I was obviously worried about being found out. Then while I slept the scene kept playing out but I was so worried I'd been found out. In the dream everyone seemed to know that I'd done something but no one could actually figure out what it was. Yesterday was such a tiring day. Shooting wedding photos all day, but I'm happy with the results. I realise now that what I set out to do is slowly working. But how can destructive behaviour feel so good?