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Who needs sleep?
If you’ve never been to a Romantic Times conference before, the one thing you might not know that everyone packs is bags under their eyes. RT is a frantic pace of morning until late (late) night activities, dancing, drinking, and talking with friends. In the morning and into the afternoon there are mixers, Club RT, workshops and more to attend.
In the evening it’s parties, sitting in the bar with friends, and hanging out in your room with your roommate until the early hours of the morning catching up on life and gossip.
One thing there’s not much of is sleep. Most of us have good intentions. I repeat to myself every day, “I’m going to go to bed no later than midnight. I’m going to lay down in the afternoon. I will not run my body on only five hours of sleep a night.”
Ask me how that’s working out for me.
Today I’m setting this post up early. I’ve been up since 7:30, after going to bed around 2am. I have a full schedule—Samhain Publisher’s spotlight in the morning, lunch with an author, a stint at the ARe Club RT table, an Interracial Panel and then dinner with the other Samhain admin tonight.
Not much time for napping in there. But everyone who’s ever attended RT knows one thing—there are simply too many people to see, too much to talk about and too much to do to waste time on sleep. We have 51 other weeks out of the year to catch up on sleep. This week is for catching up on other things!
The good news (for me) is that I’m going home tomorrow. For most convention-goers, the craziness is only starting and lasts until Sunday when, by the time most of them board the airplane, they’ll be lucky if the airline doesn’t charge them for the extra weight of the baggage under their eyes.
