The Player: single girl in purple sweater, grey skirt, black leather knee boots.
The Meal: leftover tater-tot hotdish in tupperware, recently re-heated in the office microwave, eaten with plastic fork.
Nicholson Baker's The Fermata, the single girl's first (and only, she thinks) book where sex is explicitly in the forefront, about a 35-year-old (male) office worker who can stop time by snapping his fingers and occasionally uses it to undress his fellow (female) humans, bought somewhat by accident in 1994, titillating then for its gratuitous minutiae about vibrator styles, in 2011 less a turn-on and moreso appreciated for the skills of an author who can write gratuitous minutiae about vibrator styles and make it fascinating to someone not using a vibrator at the moment, especially someone re-reading it in a public space for the first time, over hotdish remainders, with her fellow office workers at the next tables clueless to its content, somehow enjoying most of all that she can and that they are.
Day 14 of 28: 2.25 miles
February Total: 28.15
2011 Total: 78.16