Can one be a bed flower?
Assuming that I’m feeling any better, I’m supposed to be leaving for the Grahamstown National Arts Festival on Sunday. The last few days have been pain—-ful. Really high temps and lots of vomitting. If I let people poke me and did it in a gallery, it might have been an early Marina Abramovic piece….
I’m still in bed, still feeling mis[erable], but better today than yesterday, so am hoping to be well enough to go catch the action. I hear the piece I am doing with the FATC is coming along well. I hope to still be a part of it (and maybe rehearse a bit before it goes live). I’m also looking forward to doing stuttering again, in a whole new scene (now in extra strength, Windows version). But mostly, I’m sitting here hallucinating a little bit. This flu is bad.
