Oh dear. It would seem that the entire week has bled into one big pot of mashed potato memories in my head. Oh well.

Wednesday, Shawn and I were up corrupting children between shows, as per normal. People took our picture (I was actually in costume, for once), we stole candy from little kids, yelled at boys selling candy, and eventually got yelled at by the security douche to stop doing so. There went our between-show entertainment.

Thursday, we ended up making Patti cry. Then Shawn laughed at her about it. Winnar. 

Friday.....a horse fell on a dude. Whatevz. I'm mad at Brian, because he hasn't come in over a week. Suck.

Tonight we had three shows. Everyone goes insane on three-show nights.

Chronological order:
Arrive. Oh fuck, it's cold out. It looked all nice and sunny out, so I was wearing a skirt, but I ended up freezing my legs off. And being a brilliant genius, I got one of those freezy strawberry things for lunch. My body was not happy.
Eventually, people show up. Mercedes is there really early, so we go into 110, and start bouncing a superball she found off the tables. Wheee! Then Shawn takes it. Bitch.
Some more stuff happens, I get pulled to do journey whine, it's really cold during Herod. Between shows, we're in 110. Shawn's talking geek to Robby about computers, I'm sitting there freezing my ass off, wearing a hoodie over my Herod Wife sparkly potato sack dress, and Mercedes and Patti are giggling about something.
Second show. Same thing, only colder and rainy. Through the entire night, Shawn and I are passing off the previously mentioned superball, which ended in Daniel arm wrestling Shawn for it, and blah, blah, blah.
Dinner was soooo fucking good. I think I got myself sick on mashed potatoes and cake. Watching Shawn eat is probably the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. The boy ate potatoes, turkey, salad, and chocolate cake all swimming in a ranch dressing lake. DDDDD:
Third show before Herod, me, Mercedes and Shawn ended up schruched up on the stairs for warmth, while Justen made obscene gestures behind us. 5 foot personal space bubble, plzkthx.

Now the ridiculously ridiculous drama.
Patti is "over" Shawn.  Jelous much? Now she likes Daniel, which is a big WTF, because this boy is in a contest to memorize the bible. That's all you need to know about him. He's memorizing the bible. For the record, Mercedes also likes him, and the two of them start giggling every time anything even somewhat involving him happens. mercedes has been asking me all these weird questions about Shawn, because she things he's a freak with cooties (even though he is). Like, really stupid questions. She gave me this weird look, and then an over-enthusiastic thumbs-up when I was sitting with him on the stairs. Ummmwat. She's been in Justen's presence too long.
Speaking of that cootie-infected freak, Justen's set his sights on Steffani. Poor girl. I told her he's been flirting with her, in the dressing room first show, and she didn't speak to him all night. As a result, he was strangely quiet, for the most part. REJECTED, BITCH.
What else.......
No seriously, how do you ask a guy that you know likes you if they like you? I sort of really need to know. He totally likes me, but how do I ask him? He punched Justin in the nuts for me. Repeatedly. He so totally likes me.

I am so fucking tired. I am going to kill a baby.