In...

. . . the closet: my imac box, an air mattress that doesn't inflate, and laundry that needs to be folded (stat).
. . . my travels: a trip to new castle, a trip to new york, a trip to old boston, and a wending of my way home.
. . . my piggy bank: numerous quarters, a couple of stray nickels and pennies, and three checks, each for a significant amount of money, from rare book school that (due to complications and logistical irresponsibility) i haven't banked yet.
. . . my bad books: mousies.
. . . my head: derri-damn-he-just-won't-go-away! (and barbara johnson, the "flippin' genius" who clarified some of his key terms for me in her brilliant introduction to dissemination.) god help me if i become a deconstructionist instead of a formal literary historian.
. . . my heart: sandy, my awesome cohort (raf, ash, tekla, dave, rachel, chris, kara, claire, katie, jon, phil, beth, lucia), and my brother.
. . . my bag: library books, wallet, ipod, water bottle, pens/pencils, readings, and part of one of the tines of the plastic fork with which i ate lunch today.
. . . bigtime trouble: if i don't get the reading done for tomorrow.

(expanded from koo's meme, at <http://chapatikid.blogspot.com/2007/10/in.html>)