So the fun is over, and now I’m a bit depressed. Part of it is just the normal back-to-the-grind stuff after a week of whirlwind excitement, and part of it is something I should just shrug off, but which leaves me with hurt feelings anyway. I’ve bounced from high to low, but I should even out in the middle in a day or two, after some much needed rest. Regrets, I’ve had a few. Fun, I had a lot. Sleep, I really need. And speaking of good memories…

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

(Oh, I forgot to mention that, in the midst of all that SXSW-ing, I had to attend a 10 am screening of Scooby Doo 2. I tell you, a lesser man would have cracked.)