Last night, poor Jed tried to calm me down over the phone with readings from The Hobbit and some Winne-the-Pooh, but charming as that was, it didn't relax me enough to fall asleep -- I finally risked going out into the living room and turning on the tv, with the sound really low, so as to hopefully not wake anyone else up. That got me to sleep around 4-ish, I think, and luckily I didn't have to get up until after 9, but I'm still pretty wiped. Fretting now about tonight's sleep. Sadness. Woe.
The plus side is that I go home tomorrow, so that even if I completely fail to sleep tonight, I should survive. Last night when I was failing to sleep, I was seriously considering trying to change my ticket, to leave today instead of tomorrow. But I got about five hours in the end, so I was okay for most of today. Just tired -- it's been three nights of bad sleep in a row, and I just don't handle that so well.
Anyway, enough whining. Essentially the conference went very well, met some great people, perhaps a longer report later. Took lots of photos of Philly, will put some up soon. I had a really nice time with Sharmi and Ryan, ate some great food at Fork, bought some pale pink and green yarn and started crotcheting a zigzag baby blanket for Kira's new little girl, found a Christmas present for Kevin in a local artists' store, along with a very pretty pen and a bloodwood letter opener for me, and did generally manage to have quite a bit of fun in the last few days despite the sleep problems. And now I'm watching the Red Sox kick some ass with Ryan and his roommate, and am tired, but enjoying myself nonetheless.