I think I would like to live here

For whatever reason I am unbearably tired right now. I have to finish two papers rather quickly and have to get a move on there. I enjoyed Sunday and it made me think that Oxford is the type of city I would like to inhabit in the near future. In the morning I red some philosophy, in the evening I cooked a meal, my roommate bought some read wine, and we with some friends had a "symposium." We discussed what the definition of normal. Most of their definitions gravitated towards a concept which involved a statistical norm. That is obviously wrongs, the concept of normal that our culture espouses is different from the statistical normal. And even if they coincided that definition of normal would lack any power as a relative term. Unless normal is grounded on some objective criteria it cannot be burdened with value judgments. Anyway...
After dinner I saw If... at a film society. Shitty screen and sound projection, but it was an interesting experience. THere was a social gathering after the film which I skipped because of all the work I ended up not doing. But just walking in the cold dark air I thought to myself, I would not mind doing this in the future; I would like to live in a place like this.