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I've been seeing some gnarly colors come out my nose.
I suppose the benefit of being bedridden is the fact that seeing the sunlight is all the more breathtaking. Along a similar vein, simple tasks seem like monumental ones. Keeping my eyes
focused on this painfully bright computer screen, for example, is giving me a headache.
I could barely get my ass properly angled on the toilet seat without flinching at the cold surface.
Yes. You did need to know that. Yes, I am a disgustingly pathetic wimp when it comes to my body going into overdrive. Gimme the nearest advil, tylenol, contact, home remedy, whatever -- to make it alllll go away. That's why I surprised myself when I dragged myself (literally, dragged) out of bed at 8 am to brush my teeth and mildly get ready (by get ready I mean brush my teeth, and put on a little makeup) to go to West Hollywood's farmer's market. I was glad I went because it was like I left Los Angeles, the United States, even, and was back in Paris again. I loved seeing all the fresh produce haphazardly flung about, people crowding around the ripest cherries and sampling the sweetest oranges. I bought some amazing navel oranges, mandarins, meyer lemons, chamomile flowers, chives, sundried tomato bread, chocolate cherry bread, cut-up sugar cane, heirloom tomatoes -- I was in heaven :)

As a quick side note, I also saw Jake Gyllenhal at the market. Too bad all I could obnoxiously talk about were guavas. Hoo-rah.