yhlee sighting! I finally met her last night, though only briefly, since she was going to a panel and I had to go read. And then I went to wrong floor for my reading and had to run up the stairs again and was the last one there. I often get stupid from fatigue at cons, exacerbated from getting up early to travel and having a hard time sleeping once I get there. Also, the pillows at the Concourse keep trying to eat my head.I had two panels, the first of which was awesome and the second which was not bad. Emma Bull thinks I am funny. Or perhaps a smartass. That is a fair assessment. I saw
blackholly! And introduced two of my friends to Scott Westerfeld! And, and, and. The Gathering was loads of fun but I was so tired--after I delivered my white t-shirt to have an iron-on applied, I wandered and chatted and called coffeeandink Master and eventually plopped down in a chair beside heresluck and watched her knit. Why, oh why, can I not have a pocket dimension to sleep in at cons?I gave my reading, then left after the second reader in the group, so they wouldn't be disturbed by my loud snores, even though I really did want to hear them. On the way back to my room, I poked my head into the largest room, out of which noise was pouring. I went in. I have now seen (and heard) karaoke. I think I understand why people enjoy it, but I also think it is probably Not for Me. Jim Minz offered to buy me drinks until it was for me, but I declined. I was too tired to dance, or to stay for long. I took off after a couple of songs, so didn't get to hear
robgates's surely sterling performance.And now it is 6:25 am, and I am awake, hair damp, waiting for the hotel restaurant to open. I am hoping to meet
oyceter and heresluck around seven for a trip to the farmer's market. I told natlyn this before I left the room, and she asked me to make sure and bring back enough farmers for everyone. 