After soaking my liver in last night's vats of free liquor, and waking up the next day so dismorgophied that I 1) make up words (dismorgo-what?) and 2) inadvertantly rhyme "liver" with "liquor," I'm ready to head back to the BEA and pretend to be a "reporter." (Though, I'd like to point out that book people, for whatever misguided reasons, take "blogging" -- as well as "reporting" -- very seriously. Is there any gratuitous reference to blogging that isn't included in the BEA's listing of events?)

More "reporting" to come shortly.