My Darlings,

This is a brilliant idea, a brilliant idea. Just the other day I was staring out my window, watching the bright yellow and fiery orange leaves drift across a gray sky, and listening to the rain. (And to a ridiculous British rapper, but you know. That happens sometimes... British rappers... and such.) It's like there's a little chasm in my mind/heart where you guys are and I was thinking that this is the time of year when sounds like the rain or British rap echo through it.

It's the time of year when it feels like ages since I've seen any of you, because even if we're in the same state or oceans away there's a never-ending pile of projects and presentations and essays and it's like an impassable, unscaleable mountain range.

It's the time of year I feel like I should take up yodeling, because maybe that would be a good way to get around those mountains.

So I guess this is like... yodeling?

But a lot more tolerable and wonderful.

I don't even. I got four hours of sleep last night (er this morning) and then the train was late so I was late for an exam. And now I'm supposed to be in lecture being attentive and/or clever, but that can wait. I actually meant to write last night when I was supposed to be finishing a museum blog post, but when I read through the entries I got all teary-eyed and joyful and short of breath... and had to set Writing to You Guys aside.

I just have a lot of feelings. And a lot of sleep deprivation.

And I don't know how to post videos with this blogger contraption so here we go. It'll probably be just a lot of links, but I'll figure it out later. Now I have to go listen to my classmates talk about labor history.

My life at the moment.

"This Year" by the Mountain Goats. The chorus has been my unofficial anthem this semester. We'll see how well it worked as an anthem soon, I suppose.