Go right on over to meet your doom

[sovay]

I am at Readercon. It is not the only reason I would be awake at this hour, but it's quite a good one. I just need to hope that my first two panels really are the kind I can do in my sleep . . .

(So far, though, so good. I wandered around Davis and Porter Squares with rushthatspeaks and gaudior before catching most of the Naked City reading at Porter Square Books; I have a copy of Michael Cisco's The Great Lover (2010) and the new English translation of Verlaine's Poèmes saturniens (1866) by Karl Kirchwey; I am scheduled across from greygirlbeast's reading in an hour, but I heard her read the chapter anyway last night. Saw hans_the_bold in person for the first time in far too long. Currently drinking cinnamon tea, because it turns out you can do that with the coffeemakers in the rooms. Wish me luck.)

Back to the Army again, sergeant,
    Back to the Army again.
Rather too free with my fancies? Wot—me?
    I'm back to the Army again!

Comments

[chomiji]

There's something strangely decadent and luxurious about taking advantage of the free hot beverages in hotel rooms.

[sovay]

There's something strangely decadent and luxurious about taking advantage of the free hot beverages in hotel rooms.

Well, I brought the tea itself with me. But I can use their coffeemaker for hot water, and this feels like a victory.