On my run today while being passed by a pair of skinny runner boys I was thinking to myself about how I really do not have a runner's body. It is no wonder that I run so slow, because I am clearly just not built for it. It's ridiculous that I run at all. And then I started thinking about how I am really not built for any sport. There is no sport that is better when one is short and has boobs. Even swimming, in which an evenly-spread layer of fat can be helpful for increasing hydrodynamics, does not reward concentrated fat protrusions. Even reggaeton -- as good a dance for my booty as they've ever produced -- is better when one doesn't have noticeable breasts. So then I started thinking about what things my body *was* built for. And I came up with this: giving birth and nursing infants. Too bad that's harder to arrange than joining a soccer team.

Aaaaaaaaaahhh muscle cramps aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Today on the subway I rode with a man who made magical gestures to slow down the train and open the doors. Accompanied with appropriate sound effects.

I cannot believe how irritating my interactions with [an unnamed insurance company] online have been. I don't know what the point of having an online contact form is if basically they always eventually tell You that You have to call them. They sent me a reply to my message from the online form, which is great except that the reply suggested I try something that wasn't an answer to the question I asked. And I couldn't even reply to that! I had to copy that message into the same online contact form so that I could respond to it with the appropriate context. And received yet another response that is entirely unhelpful. I gave up. It was an academic point anyway, because in order to get insured asap I had to ask K to go to their office in person.

Also, today's lemon-crusted tempeh cubes were DISGUSTING!!! I can't even believe it. I will consume almost anything. Almost anything. And this, I threw out.

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Just had a great great salad for dinner: lemon-pepper tempeh ($5.19 that cost me) on mixed romaine/tomato/carrot, with a dressing of lots of lemon juice and salt and pepper. Yum-o-rama. Before that I went to pilates class. There was one guy there. I'm so surprised so few men go to pilates and yoga. It's a mystery to me.