my bunk mate and i have the cold in common, at least we do because we avoid it. richelle taught us how to crank up the heat full blast, and i was “yes! you’ll let me” i still have 1/4 left of a cheery coke from ivar’s, the ice cream place me and joyce went to while waiting for the ferry. i’m saving all my savory, watered-down sips for tomorrow. we had a nice meal and i had two helpings of everything, but wanted more-whole grain pasta with tomato puree and yellow flowers, asiago flakes, sunflower seeds. beets & carrots & kale salad, some other salad with more yellow flowers. rice pudding with blonde raisins for desert, and, water, water, water.
i’ve worn a scarf around me the whole day with Texas cedar, tea tree, and neroli- rose oil to get me motivated. joyce and I popped in right as they were doing hip openers. since i was already dressed in my black yoga pants and top, I jumped onto a mat right away so that i wouldn’t miss a thing. next we did discussion time and went in a circle about why we were here, and then summer guided us through bone breathing. better than a massage, I swear. She said that she could make us our own personal cd if we wanted, and i raised my hand first.
did i say that i forgave my bunk mate? yeah i haven’t slept in three days because i’ve gone out every night in a row till 1, and i’ve gotten up at 7. it didn’t help that Macklemore was making his new video right down the street from the dingy inn in where i was staying. i had the basement room with the dusty sheets and comforter, and i could here everyyyything that guy sang. the next day i went to the spot where he was at, “dick’s ( ha ha) diner”, where i got a cheeseburger, coke float, and fries. i hadn’t eaten anything the day before, and so i wolfed it down before giving a homeless guy a dollar and contemplating another.
anyways…my bunk mate took the biggest bed because joyce and i got here late. i’m so tired and feel that since i flew here, all this way, across the country, been awake for the past four days, that i should have the big bed. but no. i have the twin. while she was at the sauna i took off all the blankets from the unused beds so that i could layer up. there were going to be four of us to one room, but it’s just us two. when will i tell her that i sleepwalk and run away in my dreams (for real?). okay. i can’t do that tonight! or the next. okay. running to the shower so i can beat the rest.