Friday

I walked out to the Women of Color tent. I keep looking for old friends of mine from Chicago. Then I remember the festival hasn’t started yet. Only the workers are here now. More women will be here when the festival starts and I'll have a better chance of seeing old acquaintances then.

Everyone is very friendly. Women coming out of the woodwork to say hi to me. That brightens my day. Feels so safe here.I would love to drive an RV here to camp. That would make doing a long crew easier. But RVs are expensive.WOC tent starts work at 10, that’s what the woman inside told me. It’s a little after now. I would have helped the woman who runs the tent out, cause her people are late it seems. I’m really trying not to go back to my tent until at least noon, but my eyes are droopy. I don’t start work today until later tonight. I would like to take a nap from about 3-6 or 7. That would be perfect. That would give me enough time to pack my bag for the night, get dinner and meet my crewmates at The Tree. But it’s not even noon yet and my eyes are droopy. Go to sleep early, wake up early and it’ll throw everything off.

Shasta is really cute in a very thick, midwestern way. Kelly is a big bear of a woman. Shasta had on these blue PJs with yellow rubber duckies all over them when I saw her at the Belly Bowl for breakfast earlier.Oh yeah, they were playing Dionne Farris’ Hopeless in the kitchen my first night. When I couldn't find my tent. The kitchen is next to the massage tent. That music was nice to go to sleep to.

My Amoeba sweatshirt is wonderfully warm. Unsure about taking my rain coat. If I left it I could use the extra room in my small bag. A good girl scout would take it regardless. Course I was never in the scouts. I'll leave it.Showered earlier. Feels good to be all clean. It’s not even 11 am yet. I should just go to sleep. Just go back to my tent and go to sleep.