Ran 10km (exactly 9.92km, 7th time) this time to Sneaker Pimps' Superbug.

Went to the library before gym and borrowed Ethan Hawke's Ash Wednesday and Paula Fox's Desperate Characters. Jonathan Franzen was so in love with the book Desperate Characters that he read it at least 6 to 7 times. But aren't there too many books to read to waste so much time on one?

Currently reading Haruki Murakami's collection of short stories entitled The Elephant Vanishes. One of the short stories is called The Second Bakery Attack, and it described a pair of hungry newly-weds with nothing in the house to eat. Then the husband recalled that he and a friend were so hungry in their youth that they attempted to rob a bakery for bread. Not money, but bread. But the attack was foiled by the bakery owner, who offered to give them the bread if they would sit and listen to a whole Wagner album. So they did, to avoid committing a crime. But this foiled attack seemed like a blot on the husband's life, like a curse. And when the wife heard this story, she decided they had to rob bread from a bakery -this time for real- so this curse could be removed.

Somehow I understand what the wife meant.