Seven hours down.
Seven shows completed.
I had to explain to a lady that the hat didn’t exist anymore, to which she responded “but my family told me to meet them there.”
I have eaten a hot pocket and a can of pineapple.
One of the munchkins has two tiny right hands instead of a right and a left and I can’t stop laughing.
I really want cheese fries.
also an elderly character attendant is sitting across the room from me reading a trashy romance novel.
update: I have five hours and fifteen minutes left
I am on show #9.
Greg farts like a dump truck and I got stuck with him at casting.
I tried eating healthy yogurt and it had the consistency of rubber cement so I sulked and ate a bag of Cadbury mini eggs instead.
I have received two compliments for being adorable and sounding like Minnie Mouse.
Leah and I can’t stop laughing about Dooneese Munchkin.
I am now Ronnie’s bubbe.
I have an hour and fifteen minutes left. I can do this.
I’m finishing out the night at front usher (the same place I started at 8 am!) so I filled my water bottle with an energy drink.
I turned on the work lights at casting instead of opening the doors.
I only did thirteen shows, so I didn’t break my record. 😦
My feet are literally swelling into my shoes.
I CAN DO THIS. I THINK.