when i called mom at work after i had woken up, she told me that johnny cash died.

it had registered in my mind, but it hadn't really registered. a few hours later, as i was listening to 97.9, the radio dj (amanda? suzy? one of them i think) read some messeges from people who had known johnny.

and there i was, standing in the middle of our kitchen, my paint roller slowly dripping yellow paint, and i just started crying.

i kept crying while they played johnny's cover of 'hurt.'

..today has been a very sad day..