Overstimulated and antisocial

I'm back from Montreal. It was stupid, ridiculous, fun, exhausting and, a couple of times, I regretted going. There is much to tell but there was little to no progress (regression even?) on the boy front - which I know is the only thing interesting about the entire weekend. However, I'm not even making phone calls tonight because I don't want to talk to anyone about it. I might feel like writing more after some TV. And it's freakin' cold here. I'm not impressed.