"Married a gay ice dancer, threw a girls wooden leg in the fire, LIVE IN A BOX!!!"

I live in a box. Or, at least for 10 hours of today I live in a box.

This is the content of my box:

• Me
• My computer
• My computer chair
• My computer table
• Mouse pad
• My bag (containing my lunch, various readings, etc. relating to my dissertation & my dissertation, cell phone, wallet, bus pass...)
• 2 CDs of photos from worship team camp 2005
• A note to my boss of work related stuff
• 2 pens
• My diary
• An empty plate (I had cheese rolls for lunch yesterday, I haven't done the dishes yet)
• My bracelet (I took it off, it bangs on the table when I type)
• 2 CDs (the Romeo & Juliet and the Scream 2 soundtracks)
• A Pump bottle, 2 thirds full (not the original water)
• The New Testament in Maori (for my new job which I start next week)
• The New King James Bible (also for my new job)
• A massive stack of scrap paper (mostly old copies of my dissertation)
• A scrap of paper tallying my hours for this week
• Timesheets
• Headphones
• The Williams dictionary of the Maori Language
• Te Aka: Maori/English dictionary
• My keys

On the walls:

• A black and white print out photo of me and my flatmates (taken at the Blokefree triathalon)
• Access code and password for the library
• A Cashless Society setlist
• A photo of Kat's office
• Bus timetable
• Notes on how to use single quotation marks in writing
• Job contracts
• Wall planner
• Various work related emails
• My jacket is slung over the top

This is my life in a box. 7 hours to go.

Music: Masquerade (Album: The Phantom Of The Opera soundtrack (the abbreviated version, not the 2 disc limited edition, which I also own)