Post Festival Depression Is Killing Me
October 24, 2008 | Submitted by BABS

Hi all.

I can't get out of bed. I have Post Festival Depression AKA PFD real bad.

Oh sure, the first day that I couldn't get out of bed was all about the hangover. Day 2, 3 and 4 were all about the post-fest crash and cold. But Day 5 - well this is just PFD - Post Festival Depression - because regular life can't compare to UBER FESTIVAL LIFE.

Oh yeah, I can stroll on over to the Masonic temple right now. But it won't be filled with brilliant people from around the country with the same interest as me who either want to share their tips on filmmaking, story telling or where to get the tight-fisted FEDS' money. Nope.

For sure, I can walk into the Majestic theatre, but there won't be films from all over the world playing to enraptured audiences.

And yes, I can put on my dancing shoes - but hula hoops and balloons won't magically appear and I won't get that urge to boogie down to Mama Cutsworth tunes, or the Subtitles' grooves.

All I can do is rollover in bed and hope that my cat Lulu won't bite me when I encroach on her space.

There's got to be a better way.

Send remedies in the comments.



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November 12, 2008 - 1:41am — MOOOVERS

Babbs is totally cool. Her

Babbs is totally cool. Her comments contained deep truths, made even more transcendant with the pauses my ultra-narrow-band imposed every 3 1/2 secs. I used the 30+ secs of silence that followed to take in her pithy truths. Watched it to the end - Eline, in Lagos, Nigeria.

October 31, 2008 - 1:32am — MOOOVERS

howz about a film Babs ....

That might do it -- give us another one of yer lovely vids gal, yer strolls about town, the peeks down the front of shirt-sies (oops) or whatever catches yer peripatetic fancy, girl.

Yah, do that :)

(a suggestions from #1 groupie fan)