encore mal de tête

i couldn't fall asleep last night cos of this head cold. i refuse to take pharmaceuticals (though I had an ibuprofen on monday), and though i'm 95-percent cured that last 5 percent really is a pain in the ass. i read an old salinger short story from 1948 called "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," a typically wry and cynical 25-page salinger bit about wwII post-tramautic-stress disorder, or something like that.

i've decided that every wednesday, i'm going to write about produce. so come back around 1:30pm and you'll have your weekly produce update. yes, you should be excited, damn you.