Yesterday, minutes after arriving on the set, I chomped down on my lower lip so hard while eating my bologna-on-a-roll (it’s what I felt like; don’t judge) that my mouth filled with blood (I know, sorry) and I almost fainted. Right in front of everybody, of course.
Five minutes later, I discovered that the brand-new teal shirt I had worn to the set had dyed my entire torso – from waist to wrists – bright blue. Again, this discovery was made in the direct line of sight of…everybody.
On the plus side, I managed to get through the entire 24 hours without, you know, falling off a bridge or something.
