Oh my god.
This has without a doubt been the most hellish evening of my life, last Saturday. October Th 31, Halloween.

So how did I spend this wonderful most spooky day of the year while in London.
Well, the best way possible. Spending the entire evening, from 1 PM to freaking on 1 am, twelve hours lady's and gentlemen. in my new job, as actress in the horror tunnel. Pasaje Del terror at Piccadilly circus, where I both played a grumpy old witch, and the exorcist.
My freaking god was that hellish!

First of all, I was.. and still am. Pretty ill, I have completely lost control of my voice, my throat is sore as hell, I cough constantly and I seem to be a boundless source of snot -_-

I felt pretty terrible yeah.

And god damn everything went wrong, really, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
Groups of people cached constantly up on each other, so while I was doing one the other was already there and the illusion was spoiled.
I had the to play the exorcist and the witch at the same time for half an hour, so I had to lay in the bed as the exorcist, scare the shit out of people, run from the bed, get into the witch costume, scare the same people again, jump out of witch costume and run back to bed in time for the next group, and I never freaking go the witch costume probably on doing that hour, at some point I didn't even get the mask probably on so I couldn't see a god damn thing.
And some idiot had let the emergency exit stand open, so a bunch of Japanese tourist tried to get out that way, and I had to shovel them back on track.
Another group of idiots tried to get out through the personal exit so I had to stop those also, and this women kept screaming. "Where are we supposed to go!?" through the god damn hallway in front of you, it can't really be that difficult now can it?
And later on, when I only played the with they came and say, "Hey, you are supposed to do the exorcist now" I AM WHAT????? nobody told me! I hadn't costume on, I hadn't make up on... freaking hell.

..... If I am not going to get permanent employment, I am officially going to die -_-
I think I might already be dead anyhow, cause yesterday... 12 hours straight, was freaking exhausting.I might just realize i am dead yet, but it wouldn't be a wonder.
Oh, and despite having been in several stage place, and no the hell of sweating in big costumes and the lamplight... I have never been sweating so much ever before, in my entire god damn life.

That's it. I'm dead. I know it. I just haven't realized it.

Oh, and I fucking love my new job