what a difference a day makes

last post = sad. today = happy. i woke up with a migraine yesterday. as of 6:35 am, all i could see was what looked like a bunch of glitter stuffed under my eyelid. this is what happens when i get a migraine. i cant see, and then i feel like shit the rest of the day. so by the time i arrived at home after a long day of feeling like shit, said post will arise. today, i woke up with no migraine. good sign no. 1. i then opted to wear my cute new dress from the weekend. good sign no. 2. with cute boots i have never worn before. said boots did not make my feet hurt, and i do not believe i have new blisters. good sign no. 3. i have decided that when you feel like shit, you need to make yourself look so chic that it hurts (not physically, im talkin). nothing puts a little swagger in your walk through metro la motte-piquette grenelle like feeling good and rocking out to some wicked music. (if aforementioned feel-better cure does not work...just eat a jar (or maybe a half of a jar) of nutella. you might feel fat afterwards, but you'll feel better.)

my indian stalker continues to stalk me. it is so annoying. im not sure if he is someone important, so i dont want to snub him. i was sitting in on a big meeting today and kept seeing him watching me from random little places. if this continues, i may have one of my MALE superiors tell him to back the fuck off.

besides mr. stalker, work was good. i got enough sleep last night, so i actually felt alive today. still trying to kick this cold, though. i just had two cloves of garlic in my soup, so we can hope that its killing all the shit in my sinuses.

my kanye tix are in. i got a notice yesterday saying that i had a letter at the poste that i needed to sign for. on my way home tonight, i saw that they were still open, so i trotted up to grab the slip. by the time i made it back down, however, they had closed. ill scurry home tomorrow and hopefully get there in time. i did go to 'aux petit plaisirs,' though, and had a lovely chat with my boulanger. he corrects my french, which i really appreciate. he taught me how to say something, i think 'flax seed.' i always buy the 'rotador aux grains,' and when asked which 'grain' i wanted, he taught me to say it. i dont remember. anyway, i love my boulanger. it is necessary to be on a good relationship with your neighborhood boulanger. there is nothing more wonderful than being able to run across the street and know that for a euro or two, you can have yourself the most divine carb-filled treats.

i would like to give a huge THANK YOU to my darling friend, paula! i love you! you absolutely made my day. merci beaucoup!

i would also like to say that i have decided (officially) to go into business for myself. i have until may to figure this out. i believe that running away to paris to become the xyz generation's hemingway (what generation am i considered, anyway?) is quite a good option. note to self: must make lots of french friends who will let you crash on their floor while trying to make a buck or two...and they must have an extra closet for all of your shit. anyway, i figure that my life has been full of surprises and quite the whirlwind up until this far, so i would imagine that that has no plan of stopping anytime soon.