liberating? maybe. its one thing to shower without a curtain, and another thing to shower in the middle of the day without proper blinds on the window. scary, too, this shower, since i keep seeing the spots and dribbles of red paint out of the corner of my eye and starting, thinking for a moment that the splats are blood and have come from me, and my death is imminent.

i realize, of course, in the split-second later, that the red drops are just the signs of the paint job that took place earlier in the day, and as for the lack of curtains and blinds, well those are signs of the laziness of the painter. to be fair, the first paint purchased was faulty and not nearly thick enough to cover the walls, even with several coats. that was worked out and now all that is needed is a few touch-ups and i will get my bathroom reassembled and back to its previously modest state.

blood. thats what i think of when i look at the walls.