I awoke this morning at 7am (I KNOW) to a white blanket of downy snow. And the wind, friends, is a force to be reckoned with. But, it's okay. I really don't mind. Frankly, I'm pretty happy it's crappy out because I'm heading into finals and if I had to balance Dexter (the rat formally known as Buddy George Van Gogh), finals, teaching, breathing, etc. with 80 degree weather and sunshine, I don't quite know what I would do. So, sorry people--the crappy weather is my fault.
In other news, Dexter and I have spent about 12 quality hours together this week, and I'll be showing his goods to my professor on Monday night in the form of my dissection card quiz. Thirty points, so I'll need to know 15 of Dexter's parts. Dexter has about a hundred parts, and I know them all like the back of my own hand. I also had to get to know Diane's rat's lady parts, because we're responsible for knowing both genders. I am still not eating meat, except for the pepperoni pizza I ate last night. Nothing in Dexter looks like pepperoni, so it's okay.