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I don't work again for a full week. I'm off to Pittsburgh in the morning for revels and adventures, to see friends and cathedrals I've missed so very, very much, people and landmarks about whom I speak constantly. And Whitney, probably my favourite person in the entire world, is being stolen away by Fall Out Boy and some other band we despise to help with their tour. (You must understand that this is the sort of thing that happens to her.) She'll be all over North America for the next few months, and in Philadelphia next week, as a result. She only just learned of this. I honestly cannot describe how absurdly excited I am. My stars are fickle, and just now, I adore them for it. Gods. My world could not possibly contain news better than these things.