5.19a.m. my stomach is growling although i had a sandwich at 9, and i haven't yet gone to bed. i read thief of time because it was a comfort book (i'd forgotten how much i liked it - although death by chocolate is overrated) and then i filled three other small boxes with books, and i need to go by the bookstore to pilfer more boxes. i really wish these m-bags came in larger sizes, i can never seem to get any boxes to fit. i know what i shall do. i shall, when it is light, walk out to barracks road and have breakfast at the tavern and then i can scavenge for boxes and pick up another m-bag at the post office and then by 8.30 the buses should be running so i can come home on them with boxes. and, having been talking to von about it, i think i'll go get a copy of the thesis bound for myself, since i don't have a copy. of course, this may just mean that i will go back to sleep at 7 and not wake up till noon. ah. as in fact, i probably shall. i go.