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Finally home from a long day at work, which was followed by seeing Tony Lucca at Fitzgerald's. (I've seen him a handful of times, and yet I had none of his music in my library. How?)

The download of the new Bush album is in my inbox, and a copy of the new Eve Dallas novel was waiting on my doorstep.

I really should close iTunes, put the book down, and go to bed. I have work (so much work, oh gods) to do tomorrow.

We all know how good I am at doing what I should do, as opposed to what I want to do, right?