In an attempt to stave off depression I've been reading quite a bit. I've read 16 books since October 18. That's pretty good I guess. I should probably stop reading and start figuring out what the fuck I'm going to write in November.
I still haven't heard about the job, which probably means I didn't get it. No big surprise there.
I just ran 5 miles in 41:24, a pace of 8:17. Progress.