I'll preface by saying I'm good. It's almost always cloudy up in MA, which is better than the weather in PA during this time of year--week long rains. It rains every other day, never hard but enough to soak your shoes if you have to walk around the city all day. Now I know why everyone wears rain boots up here.

I'm still unemployed. Really thought I'd have something by now. I've applied for 13 or 14 so far. I'm starting to lose track. On the plus side, the refund from my loan disbursement gives me an extra month to find something before I'm broke. Unfortunately, my projected date of going broke is just before X-mas. Sorry, kids.

School is fine. I like it. I have trouble pushing myself to write, but I'm finally starting to get myself into the right habits. The right mentality. It takes a particularly severe type of devotion to be a poet. I'm learning.

I'm volunteering at the Boston Book Fest next weekend. Free shirt.

I also took a reading test to be a volunteer reader for Ploughshares--Emerson's nationally recognized literary journal. Trying to boost the resume.

Casey seems completely adjusted to indoor life now.

I get restless, but I'm making friends. Surprisingly, I haven't felt very homesick. Maybe not surprisingly. I love it up here. I think I got all my homesickness out before I moved. Very efficient.

I haven't really written anything new, but revised a couple old poems. Trying to write new stuff now. We'll see. I guess it's going alright. I'll post them in the near-to-distant future.

Haven't done laundry in over a month. I'll probably take care of that tomorrow so I can finish putting away my summer clothes. Not looking forward to New England winter. Especially since I left my winter coat in PA. Doh.

I normally love October, but it just doesn't feel right without my buds. The leaves are much prettier up here, however. I guess that's the trade off.