This Thanksgiving, what I am thankful for is, I've been living on a ship for a long time.

I've been restricted to eating the food that is on the ship.

And I have been, not to get graphic, not to give a TMI.

I've been backed up for about three to four weeks now.

We're talking constant stomach aches.

We're talking me laying on the ground, trying to do different yoga poses that are supposed to improve digestion.

Cut to Thanksgiving.

All the Americans in our cast, we threw like a Thanksgiving party for our cast in our dressing room.

We made like a makeshift table.

We got a bunch of food at Trader Joe's that wouldn't need to be cooked because we don't have access to a kitchen.

So just like stuff that needed to be refrigerated.

And we laid it all out.

We all got together and we all ate.

And there were so many grapes.

And there are never grapes on the boat.

And I ate those grapes.

Like my life depended on it.

Yeah.

Nary a stomach aches since.

Moving and agroven.

The pipes are flowing again.

No, I'm glad.

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