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I wonder how many other people around the world woke up this morning to discover they had fake blood in their hair. Ewww.

Last night was fuuuun. Understaffed, as I knew it would be--up until five minutes before opening, I was the only actor of the Surgical Unit group to show up. But not nearly the customer-chaos I expected, either.

I was in a new role, the Demonic Surgeon, working with a cool woman named Sonja who was playing the Unhappy Patient. She lays down with an ugly anatomically-accurate "open torso" on top of her, I "operate" and try to avoid bumping my head on the low ceiling, it's all good.

Sonja has short black hair and small glasses with black frames. I completely missed who she looked like until someone in the first tour going past gasped, "Oh god, he's cutting up Harry Potter!"

She did, she really did. So now any child whose innocence survived The Christmas Room has this to deal with.

(Hee!)