This is what happens when you work at a place where bank holidays do not exist!
It's been a rather 'stupid' morning; I've woken up at the crack of dawn, tumbled out of my house, rolled into my car and sped down some strangely EMPTY roads only to realise when I almost got to the gym that it's a holiday today...which means the gym won't be open until at 8am, which means I can't go (because I will be late for work otherwise). Damn.
This isn't the first time it's happened to me but I should have caught on when my road was extremely quiet (I live on a main road which is always busy). So now I've lost out on sleep! I feel so ...annoyed.
So what? I didn't go to the gym and now I'm going to have a fat day?