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Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
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12:58p - Of fucking course...
You know, I really should have just expected this, and not done a schedule switch.
So ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) asphaltwanderer and I went to pick up the kittytron today, and he's not ready. The lady I spoke with, who I had spoken to several other times, said that despite leaving the memo and filing a request to have this all ready today, it wasn't done. She called whoever and put a fire under their ass, so I am crossing my fingers that all is ready by tomorrow. Otherwise, I am going to have to see if Mae or Tyler can switch with me for Thursday or Friday at work, so I can go pick him up and take him home.
I am sad but not sobbingly so. It's not like I am not getting him, but they need to do some work on their organization and such. I want this kitty, I can't stop thinking about him. They really want me to get the cat, but yeah, shit's gotta get done first. D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D:
In other news, we took jameth to the hospital. I think it is airborne Treacher-Collins myself. asphaltwanderer thinks it is going to end up being Degenerative Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and Adult Onset Harlequin Icthyosis.
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