much better now
wendy’s cat, onyx, disappeared three days ago. he’s 17 so we of course assumed the worst… he’s never disappeared for that long before, either. so inbetween shitstorm of work, fuck ups, things breaking, balls getting dropped, etc, that happened….
needless to say, we spent a lot of time looking, walking up and down the area, printing out flyers and posting them, etc, etc, etc… while still trying to concentrate on the various work projects that were falling apart around us, with computers breaking and not booting, phones dying, my dad taking a bit of a spill (he’s ok too, now)…
but the little turd just showed up. think he got trapped in someone’s basement or garage or something.
so everything is better now, and i could give a rat’s ass about work or other lame little problems. time to hang with the kitty and get drunk and pick shit back up tomorrow.