Had a lovely Italian dinner with Cory Doctorow, Diana Pho, Sherri L. Smith, and two writers whose names I never quite learned, which is frustrating because it was a great conversation. Also lots of other people further down the table, like Carrie Vaughn, whom I didn't get to talk to. Went back to room for a minute, and now am admitting that I am just not up for going back down again, as much as I'd like to talk to people more; I think I'm in for the night. The itching from the bandages kept me up much of last night and I'm just crashing now. A quiet morning tomorrow, with two more panels in the afternoon -- I may actually start replotting the first half of the book. So to bed, to bed, my sweets.