Wednesday, December 08, 2004

FINALLY SOME USE FOR ALL THIS WAR PAINT

“This is what happens when people donate their bodies to science and don’t specify what’s okay to do with them,” My roommate says as she wags a human foot at me, the bones held together by fishing line. She is lying on her stomach on her bed, examining the foot and meticulously sketching each bone.

Holiday cheer abounds around here. Our lobby is brimming with several very large poinsettias in garish red pots. There is a yet to be decorated Christmas tree slumped in the corner, and a plastic electric menorah is sitting on one of the stone benches, looking as though someone left it there by mistake. ‘Tis the season.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hooray for holidays and seasons and sam and la salle.