With a bitter gust of irony, the most dramatic thing happening in my life right now has every intention of making my life incredibly boring. I won't let that happen. This "thing" is the Writers' Strike. And this "blog" will be a play-by-play of how a labor union rebellion affects one person -- a person pummeled by the wave of other people's conviction.
2 DAYS UNTIL OFFICIAL STRIKE DAY:
Work was busy, and strange -- like the last day of school... except you think your school is going to burn down over the summer and there's a chance all of your classmates are going to be in it.
This image is the last picture of me at my desk before the strike.
CONFESSION: I don't completely mind the smell of skunks.
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