hit a wall here at SXSW. I'm sunburnt, my feet are fucking killing me,
and I'm basically mainlining 5-hour Energy. If it weren't for the
show-after-show onslaught of choice music, I'd probably be dwelling on
it more. And if it weren't for today's similarly stacked docket keeping
my eyelids propped, you'd probably just be reading a bunch of scrambled
letters thanks to my head thudding on the keyboard.