sitting in the midst of notebooks, cables, pots, spare lightbulbs, winter coats and far too many books and feeling very hot and bothered and afflicted with the inability to find boxes, and resorted to buying them from the bookstore, only to find that though i had gone for the smallest ones, they still do not fit these canvas sacks that i've got from the post office. and escaping into bed with some chocolate biscuits and james hynes's the lecturer's tale seems about the best thing i can do, for another 30mins.