The writers are still on strike, and yesterday they had quite the pow-wow on Hollywood Blvd. Alicia Keys performed, truckers and teamsters were there, and saints went marching in. I hope that this thing ends soon, because I'm sick all of the fighting. People are saying that the economy in L.A. will lose more than 20 million dollars a day if this thing goes on through next month. I'm starting to believe that the studios are as hot-headed as my dad when I wanted a new pair of roller skates. The answer is No!

Fingers crossed that they start resolving things on November 26th, or Celebrity Apprentice it is and frankly I'd rather live in solitary confinement and become a breatharian than be forced to watch that show, hey maybe I'd have a rockin' body then?