HI THERE

oh wow.

today was really full and i was afraid i had overcommitted myself.

yesterday i got chemotherapy injected into me. i slept too little last night, and i had an appointment with someone at 1pm for 1 hour of web work in clifton hill, and then there was the four films i was going to see this afternoon and evening for the festival. what eventuated was

• missing the first film, as the sun begins to set
  
• seeing muskrat lovely and laughing out loud.
• walking out of acmi expecting to sit with my favourite tree at birrarung for a cigarette, but instead i heard the sound of drums and i followed it. the sound lead me to a lovely drumming circle, where there was a bunch of beautiful djembe's waiting for me. i chose one, sat down and felt the beat and drummed for a good hour. my amazon arms were strong and didn't tire. my fingers and hands were so pissed at me though. oh my god. the swelling. arthritis + 1 hour with a djembe = fat fingers, swollen knuckles.
  
• saw slavica with a mystery man. we waved and smiled.
• i walked away from the drumming with my backpack on. i tried to keep my hands high near my neck to try and help with the swelling. i smiled my way to the festival lounge at the forum, bought a drink, found a booth and opened my lappy, hoping for some wireless. no luck. roll smoke. avoid people you have a sketchy connection with by walking the long way around.
• sat by the river, smoked said cigarette. admired the trees, the water and the colour of the new night sky.
  
• tram to bourke street to the see the next two films.
  
• while waiting at the bottom of the greater union cinema stairs (special cripple treatment), i met the only other cripple there. she seemed smiley so i said hello, you are a cripple also, hooray. i asked what was her thing, why she couldn't manage the stairs. she said something about bung knees and i asked her more directly what her diagnoses was. WOW. she has a congenital condition which makes her knees dislocate!!!! i was like WHAT!!??!! that is so exciting! ME TOO!! her name was francis, nearly a crone, certainly an amazon. her son and her sister and her grandmother all have it too. she and her sister are so scared of having the aprehension test that they refuse to see doctors about their knees. it was so damned good and affirming to hear these same things i am going through aren't unique experiences. i listened to this womyn, twice my age. i think the goddess bought her to me to soothe my fears.
• two more crazy things happened after that. they were okay. one was a wacky coincidence. the other was drunken 14 year old emo girls reading out my back patch: LOVE YOUR BODY and my front heart shaped patch over my heart saying REVOLUTION BEGINS HERE.
  

now.
now i am home on my bed and very fucked and very sore and very swollen in various places, but i am really happy. i had a good day today. they don't avail themselves very often (because of my relationship with sleep) but fuck i really did have a good time. i am proud of myself for letting go and drumming my heart out in public. and that i got out of bed this morning, feeling so sick i thought i would vomit on my client's computer. i rock for saying FUCK YOU to the parts of my body that were being mean and having a great day despite it paying me back double right now.

tomorrow? a film, and maybe seeing bron and soma.
and definately sleeping more.