January has been a packed month. The drudgery of daily glaucoma clinic and an unhealthy overdose of ED shifts were interspersed only by moments of reprieve with the department holiday party at Hotel Marlowe and the fellow lectures and dinner at the Taj. Last weekend, we returned to Flushing for Taiwanese pulled noodles and to Brooklyn for dim sum with my parents. We even got to check out the Tim Burton exhibit at the MOMA. The small but packed gallery featured an eye-popping collection of sketches, models, and concept designs from the artist’s darkly humorous imagination. For my birthday weekend extravaganza, we had our usual seafood feast with friends in Chinatown, and also a higher-end Italian dinner at Mama Maria. The hearty meal was marred only by the lofty price tag, including a $20 cake-cutting fee and perhaps even part of our cake, as our friend pointed out that none of our 8 slices came close to a 45 degree angle. Now who ever said that high school geometry was useless?