by Alison Janssen
I forgot to blog yesterday!
I'm so sorry, Dead Guy readers. This week is BEA, and I've been running around like a crazy person. I've also caught some sort of chest cold, and combined with my nonstop talking at our booth, my voice is shot. At first it was ok, I had a sort of sexy Kathleen Turner thing happening, but now I've moved past that into the realm of that episode of the Brady bunch when the middle kid's voice changed. (Honestly, I haven't even tried to speak this morning, who knows what horrors will come out.)
In any case, I have to hop a cab to the airport to head home to some comfortable convalescence. (And honestly, some quieter atmosphere. I'm so spoiled by Madison!)
I'll cook up a great blog post for next week to try to make up for my scatterbrained-ness, and I know Dana has a wonderful post for you lined up today. (She's also at BEA, but clearly far more organized than me!) If you have any suggestions about what type or topic of ramblings you'd like to read, leave 'em in the comments.
Thanks, everyone! And I apologize in advance to whoever has to sit near me on the plane. Though my voice sounds bad, my cough sounds worse. If I were on Flight 815 from Sydney, I'd have scared the Smoke Monster.
