I just had my first Anatomy practical of the semester and all through the dissection time of an hour and a half, I was thinking how screwed we’d all be if the cadavers we were working on somehow ressurected as zombies or as whitewalkers. It’s almost 11 am and I’m walking around with a dazed expression on my face. I need sleep and/or coffee although I’m sure that both of them are mutually exclusive.