While showering this morning, I discovered these weird flaps of skin on the side of my neck.

That’s right - I’ve grown gills from all the cycling in TORRENTIAL RAIN I’ve been doing this week!

Still, might come in handy next time I go surfing…

NZ reference on Scrubs last night:

(A geographically-challenged J.D.):
"Just go … go enjoy your little rafting thing in New Zealand -- which, incidentally, is ten thousand miles east of Australia, and famous for alcoholism and clam chowder. I've been brushing up on my New Zealand."

Jake: [Sneering] "You've been brushing up on New England."

J.D.: "Oh. Well go, anyway, wherever it is you're rafting."