I made bread last night in the new bread machine, and my roommate and I got about halfway through cleaning. This is surely a sign of the coming End of All. It was rather nice to have something for breakfast, though. I've been so broke I couldn't afford food, really, except for what I already had, and christmas leftovers. I have decided I'm not really happy with this weblog, although I don't really see a clear course of action. Getting the net at home will help significantly...I feel more able to be personal at home, I think. That's what it's really all about, after all, mining the personal. I'm about halfway through a short story, and I think the roomie has finished his companion piece for it, so I simply must get cracking. Also, some friend of his mentions some sort of Dallas Poet's Circle...I may have to check that one out, apparently they're listed somewhere here electronica.