here's one.

she takes away one leg and adds two more. when she walks, it sounds like a giant's heartbeat; right-left at the same time, and then another left step. she is not graceful, and there is sadness in each slow canter. what is she?

a girl with crutches.

the x-ray machine at the health center wasn't working, so i can wait until they fix it next week and hobble over and pay out of pocket, or find a time when i'm NOT a part of a huge crazy caffeinated sleepless insane film slam thing and head over to the hospital with an order form and have them x-ray it at the cost of the insurance company. i'm all for the latter, but transportation matters make it difficult.

my roommate insists on staying out until midnight and spending two more hours on the computer, even though i'm trying to get enough sleep for aforementioned film craziness.

my foot now hurts, even though it didn't earlier today.

if it is a fracture, it'll take six weeks to heal--and that's if it's a clean break. if not, then i have to go under the knife. this scares me to death; i'm just worried that if something goes wrong, i may never be able to dance again. of course, now is not the time to jump to conclusions. or in my case, hobble.

i shouldn't complain so much. at least i'm not in a wheelchair. at least my tailbone isn't broken (goodness knows I use that enough). but my father decided to torment me in the grocery store this evening by walking too fast. i now appreciate my right foot more than ever. although if i work 'em right, i can use my crutches to step on the back of his shoes when he's being mean.

don't make fun of the hindered. ever. they end up having more power over you than you think.

today's zinger?
my building's elevator is broken.

happy middle day.

-d

postscript: on the positive side, i've been listening to Swoon all day. thoughts of spring, thoughts of heartache...thoughts of climbing out from the rubble. good stuff.