Ah, so, the laptop took a little tumble off the bannister of Marzella's, so I'm back to scanning new stuff to the desktop. Oh well. I've been trying to get some prose project together to put up here, but I keep getting side-tracked by delightful things like finals and going to Wawa.

On that note, its about an hour until I set forth to see Dragonforce at the Trocadero in Philly. I don't love Dragonforce all that much, but I can't really consider myself a complete human being until I've been trampled at a metal show by a big frightening ex-convict named Fang, can I? The path to enlightenment is apparently paved with sweat and punching and people in black t-shirts.