Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

The sweet smell of sweat and smoke, a stretched damp smelling thing. My shirt after the Ministry concert. Such a wonderful smell, the smell of the best concert I've ever attended.

I almost feel guilty washing it. Almost.

*in it goes*

Wow, I've got so much stuff to do I can hardly concentrate on all of it. I have a midterm for a class on tuesday that I've barely even thought about let alone done any work for (yes, this is as scary as it sounds). I've been slipping, gotta grab the reigns. Have to resist the urge to totally freak out.

Fear Factory is helping. Haven't listened to my favourite local technometal band in a while, forgot how awesome they are.

As will getting home and poking the example questions. Yes...