You're getting this early this week.

Because it's late, I'm tired, a teensy bit drunk, feeling like a bad daughter, have a zillion places to go tomorrow, a zillion pages of environmental sci and music history to learn, a zillion Manhattans to quell the upsurge of "OMG I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL BIOACCUMULATION IS", and people at work seem to see fit to take me off the schedule and not tell me.

Because of all that, I give you your weekly kitty. Okay. You're not getting an lolcat. The website's not working.

So I guess you just got a run-on whiny sentence. Do I know how to entertain or what?