deathly tired

[hawkwing_lb]

Going to P-Con in Dublin on three hours' sleep may not have been the most sensible thing I ever did in my life. But getting out of the house and meeting new people is worth a little lost sleep.

It was excellent to meet mizkit and her husband and nhw and others whose names I never caught or else have failed to remember. So, yeah. Doing that again, if ever un-broke.

There will be sleeping now. Tomorrow is for packing, and Monday is for travelling. Alas, I am still waiting on Hodges Figgis to get in the copy of Steven Brust's Five Hundred Years After (among sundry other books) that I ordered, so I won't be reading that on the plane. I'll be reading Jim Butcher instead: I sprang for the next three books in his Harry Dresden series last week, despite my lukewarm reaction to Storm Front. I dare not travel anywhere without reading material. It would be unthinkable.

I read a mystery by Barbara Hambly on - Friday? Thursday? I can't remember - some day last week, anyway. Graveyard Dust. I wish I was taking some more of that series on the plane with me, but the Murder Ink bookshop had only that book (though three copies thereof) of aforesaid series.

Enough talking. Sleeping now.