I always have a steady supply of black spray paint… black fabric dye… black thread and black tape for all of my gothy DIY needs. Blacken everything in sight.
My mom is doing well… she’s half way through her chemo. The last dose didn’t make her ill due to the indica candy she has been using/eating. All is well so far.
I dug up a few yearbooks… dozens of letters… a scrapbook and a photo album from my old room. Remnants of my past… some of which were finally trashed… 😉
I dreamed about Angel again last night… and I savored every moment. He’s the one that got away… and he’ll always be in my heart and thoughts… til the day I die.