Painted out

A friend of mine died on Saturday. This man, Larry, was the best of the best. He always had a good word to say about everyone.

Anyway. My grieving process has been an interesting one. I've had the urge to transform my sadness into physical changes.

I gave myself bangs and aside from 4 hours of sleep last night, I've been painting rooms in my house.

Larry's wake is tomorrow. Maybe after I say goodbye face to face I can rest.

Living room

New bangs

Typical Sam