Now what do I do?

Now that the tournament is headed for St. Louis, the Road to the Final Four ended for me last night. And I have to admit that I'm glad that it is since I was running on empty by the time Michigan State finally put Kentucky away. I slept to noon today and it coulda been a lot later had I not felt my dog breathing on me.
At the end of the telecast it was quite a scene, one that reminded me of the last day of elementary school. It was kinda sad saying goodbye to everyone, some more than others. And for a few moments there I felt that last few years that I've spent at CBS pass before me. For most of the people there I'm pretty sure that I will stay in touch with. But for some others it was weird saying goodbye since I had first meaningful conversations with them over the last 2 weeks. And these were people: cameramen, technicians and stage hands I had been around the set with for years but never really had the chance to know them. So I'm glad that I at least had this time to finally get to know some of them.
I agreed to semi-sublet Roz's apartment for most of April and May. Part of it was to help Roz out but also since I have a Burger King promotion in the city starting April 4th-8th and then a VH1 promotion on the 15th. That should be fun to get out and feel like I'm out on my own again, although I'm not sure what I'm going to do for food. Plus with my bday coming up it'll be good to have some place to be so I don't have to inconvenience any of my friends with having to let me crash at their apartment(s).
I can't wait to see Sin City this Friday. Visually it looks too good to be and appears to be the best adaptation of a comic book (in this case graphic novel) into a movie adds to it's allure. I'm probably going to buy one of the Sin City issues to get a feel for the mood of the film as well as some background of the characters. I hear that it's really violent and that Mickey Rourke gives a great performance. The only draw back to the film/story is that there is a character named Yellow Bastard which kinda sucks for me since I am calling myself the Crimson Bastard. Rest assured that this is just a coincidence since I've never actually read Sin City. But I was a bit perturbed to hear that there is another 'bastard' out there. The last thing I want is for people to think that I'm biting off of Frank Miller's work.