This morning on the A-train (which I took begrudgingly when I really wanted a C because I was late for work but really wanted Jamba Juice, then I discovered there was a Jamba Juice in Columbus Circle but couldn't find it despite even entering the Whole Foods where it is because I am dumb before 11am, even on a good day) a quasi-emaciated 40-something-ish woman in too much makeup and 80s poofy hair spent the entire ride between Fulton Street (my stop) and Columbus Circle (my work) evangelizing about how "even if you help an elderly person across the street every day of life" you cannot be acceptable to God unless you appeal to Jesus. Fair enough. Awkward, but fair enough. It is, after all, her right.

BUT at the beginning of this whole shenanigan there were two Muslim women wearing veils about 5 ft away from the would-be preacher, and between Fulton and Chambers Street she seemed to be particularly targeting them, "no matter what you wear... no matter how many times a day you pray... no matter in what direction" and so on. This was particularly distasteful and maybe qualified as hate speech. It really soured me against her, when typically I try to be at least more-than-averagely tolerant of people announcing their beliefs on the subway, because presumably they really believe what they're doing is right, and also presumably because they're a little nutty. So that was a frustrating ride, to say the least.

Unrelatedly, in a fit of only-plausible-four-seconds-after-waking-up excuse making, I skipped going to the gym this morning because I had several weird dreams (weirdly non-sexual intimacies with my boss and also realizing last minute I was getting married at a Jane temple despite the fact that, even in the dream, I'm not ready and also I don't even know anyone who is a Jane except maybe that girl in "American Pastoral" by Phillip Roth, who I certainly don't know in any practical sense) and woke up several times in the middle of the night with the comforter completely thrown from my bed (this makes for an excuse because I equated it to a bad night's sleep, which is one way of saying I didn't want to get out of bed at 7:30am or 7:40 or 7:50 even post snoozings).