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.