I can't talk about writing today, because my brain is completely into Moulage Mode.
I walk around the house looking for random objects that look like they'd make good impalements.
I have a gallon and a half of fresh fake blood by the basement door and I wonder if it's enough.
I have gone through two and a half pounds of powdered plain gelatin and I wish I had more.
I was told to prepare for lots of impalements. I have prepared 28 impalement prosthetics thus far.
Unflavored gelatin smells like burnt hair. My house smells like burnt hair.
I am dreaming third-degree burns.
I love this.
I'll write when I get time. It's going to be an intense couple of days moulaging for the biggest exercise that Consortium for Humanitarian Service in Education holds.
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