I just tried to take Patches to the vet hospital, but it turns out that the appointment was scheduled for tomorrow instead. I’m not sure if the miscommunication is my fault or the interns’ fault; I doubt it was me, but it could be either. Now my planning has been fucked, and I just wasted $40 in taxi money after dealing with annoying interns (the hospital has amazing doctors, but complete bitches for interns). I’ve been wanting to get this appointment over with for so long. Patches might be sick and I’m leaving to go home soon, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I leave. Trolley has the car next week so he’ll help me take Patches then. I was going to drown my frustration in breakfast sausages, but I ran out of them yesterday.