Oops

You know that thing where you just get a chilli to the perfect, immaculate heat of hotness - and then add another handful of chillies, just because you can...?

*g*

Too late now

Damn, I meant to make a post about yesterday's Murder Squad gig and how good it was, and how much I like my colleagues and how well we work together, being all contrasty and all; and how we had a numerous and enthusiastic audience (and how I was the Local Boy Made Good, hee, some of them had even actually read me...) and how tired I was afterwards, because two and a half hours of a room's attention really is draining, even where there's three of you together.

But I forgot, and it's too late now. I'm off to bed with a book. I have the new John Meaney to read! For review! I haven't reviewed a book for ages, for years'n'years; and when I did it semi-regularly, I only ever got books I didn't like. But! John Meaney! I am not normally a bed-reader any more, but my body is too tired and achey to stay upright, while my mind is still far from sleep. And I have John Meaney to lie down with. As it were. (And I even met him at Eastercon, in a brief and chatty sort of way. John Meaney!)