goodbye brachial plexus?

As you can see my wall is naked once again, with the exception of my brachial plexus masterpiece from second year. All the other notes, drawings, diagrams and post-its that were covering that bare space you see now was ripped off with incredible fierceness after the horror that was Friday exams (aka repressed memories). I really should take down the plexus also, but I can't seem to part with it. Plus, I might need it again in the not-too-distant future, riiiiight? Note: notice how the posterior branch runs behind the yellow-cellophane representing the brachial artery. I know, amazing. And no, this is not how I usually spend my time but manipulating pipe-cleaners to form this work of art was not only semi-fun but it beat drawing out the brachial plexus a thousand times. Oh, the good old days of second year.

Two days into my break and I'm already waist-deep into my summer research project which is going very well I have to admit. Although the weather's not very summer-y. Darn.

Watched 28 Weeks Later last night and couldn't fall asleep for a very long time. My worst nightmare is without a doubt that scene with the three main characters walking along the underground subway tracks in complete and utter darkness with crazy rage-virus-infected zombies potentially around every corner and dead bodies covering the ground -- oh. my. goodness.