Current mood:	sad
Entry tags:	apocalypse meow

Of fucking course...
You know, I really should have just expected this, and not done a schedule switch.

So 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.