The strike is o'er, the battle done... now, on to the next crisis.

The transport strike is over, which is terrific news, but everything else today has stalled. Blah hormones blah existential anxiety blah apocalypic paranoia blah unprovoked material lust. Blah. The points of my pelvis are sore from biking, but between the waves of fear of being crushed like a bug by the large, impatient cars that fill the streets, I can see why people love this means of transportation. Still, nothing banishes moderate menstrual cramps like an hour-long walk.

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