Today, I received in the evening mail (okay, okay, we only have the evening mail on campus as the uni office sorts it out after "an post" does) my first package from home! Before this I've had correspondence from Irish banks, reward card points, et cetera et cetera, not to mention one from elseiver science which publishes Gray's Anatomy. You see, I am currently reviewing their other publication "McMinn's Human Anatomy - 5th ed." for my anatomy professors (this being forced on this unhappy med student by methods of cadaveric examination).

All this dry talk about dissections (related to cadavers, hence the sudden firing of a memory neuron) reminds me about my first dissection class. In my (laughable) KDU lab coat, I was standing by the cadaver when we were told to begin. I stripped my (still unnamed) body and was just about to pick up a scalpel and happily take out a pound of flesh for the venetian merchant (dad will have to point out any mistakes in this allusion 'cos he did this for his Eng Lit before he became a doctor and dad) when up came this tall lanky joel gohy feller who spoke, with scalpel in hand,