No, I will not nap.

Because this past weekend was so good, we had another one before today. Last night was spent baking beer bread, making spinach dip, lighting candles, playing Rook, eating cheese, watching snow fall...

laying around, listening to (almost) the entire Simon and Garfunkel catalog, wavering in that special middle ground between awake and asleep, dreaming subconsciously, dancing to Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard.

Three hours of sleep and Documentary Film class and, the day after participating in a discussion on how films should be viewed and I fell asleep for ten seconds at a time throughout the entire class.

Here I am now, in my next class, half-listening to the professor taking us through various websites devoted to the world of Jane Austen.

A night of Across the Universe followed by a night of the greatest folk duo of all time will put you in a very... it's inspiring. It spurs you to sing louder, even if in your head because you are walking through the classroom building, to relish in the brief chance meetings with friends that occur throughout the day.

Apparently the music video for Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard is Paul Simon and a bunch of NYC kids playing baseball.

I asked someone recently if she were ready to drop out of school and move to NY with us. Right? I know, right? She responded in enthusiasm but, "just as soon as I'm done learning all I want to here." Which wasn't exactly in the spirit that I had asked the question, and I have no serious qualms about it - we are here by choice and by preference. But while I love the exploration that my class schedule allows, I suppose I'm yoked by six different classes, x amount of additional projects/activities and the fact that I haven't left town for a significant time in a year.

Live long, be happy.