Even before the Mayan calendar apocalypse came to pass, my last week was already feeling like the end of the world. The week started off with a weekend of cramming high-level statistics for an abstract to meet the submission deadline for ARVO. On top of retina call the following week, I also had to present journal club on Tuesday, surgical rounds on Wednesday, and submit an IRB application by Friday. My poor 30″ monitor also decided to conk out a month after its warranty ended. Despite going to the repair shop, it came back to me unrepaired, which left me annoyed, to say the least. By the time we had our resident-fellow holiday bash on Saturday, I felt as if a heavy weight had lifted off my shoulders. After the party, which included a disappointing holiday gift exchange that left me with a cranberry-scented candle, we spent the rest of the evening exploring nightlife in Chapel Hill. We started down West Franklin Street with drinks at Lantern, grabbed some NY-style pizza along the way, and ended with wings and nachos at Top of the Hill, where college kids dancing to blaring pop music made us feel old and out of place. I spent the following week recuperating and preparing for my trip to Sacramento with errands around the apartment. I wanted a clean house and clean fridge before leaving. To celebrate the upcoming apocalypse, I decided to re-watch the entire Resident Evil quintology. With ladies the likes of Milla Jovovich and Ali Larter dealing zombie genocide in skin-tight clothing, who wouldn’t welcome the end of days?