Behold the two things I wrestled with today: the wild man of the woods and Mass-Mass conversions. It is a really strange boost to your confidence to remember that it was Gilgamesh's rejection of Ishtar's advances that sent her running to her daddy to unleash the Bull of the Heavens. It also makes your heart swell with pride (or is that just fluid from an infection of the pericardium?) to know that you, for some strange reason, remember the atomic mass of ANYTHING AT ALL. When was chemistry class again? Freshman year at Edison? 1995-96? Requiescat in Pace, Davenport.
Now, I must move on to my ongoing war on the Master's paper: the struggle to prove that I, too, might one day be known as someone who knows some shit about Keats.