/me wheezes

You know, I skipped class on monday with the expectation that temperatures would continue to rise throughout the week. The weather man lied. It was -8 when I walked from history discussion up the hill to latin this morning at 9:30. And guess what I got for my trouble? An asthma attack. The people waiting outside my Latin class thought I was going to die right then and there. But I'm stil alive. Still a little light-headed and weak-feeling, but alive. Damn. I guess that means I still have to go to work tonight. Oh well. Classes are winding up and soon I can relax (a little).

No puppy for me...

So David's aunt and uncle put an ad in the paper for their puppies and got rid of them all in one day- they didn't save us one, even though they knew we wanted one. We didn't even know they were weaned yet. And now we won't be able to get a puppy at all. The only way we could afford one is if we got it for free- even a pound puppy costs $90 or so around here, and many of the shelters won't adopt out to university students. If you want a cute dog, like a basset, they make you apply to adopt it so it goes to the "best" home- meaning: not to the apartment of two poor cllege students.
When Squeakers died monday, I was hoping a new puppy might ease the pain. Now I feel worse than ever. The puppy I picked out is probably living with people who won't love it as much as I would- I have a feeling David's aunt wasn't probably very discriminating about who she gave the puppies away to, as long as they paid cash. And my poor hamster is still outside in the dumpster, crushed by a mound of my neighbor's garbage. I feel worse than ever.