shitty!

So all week, I was so excited because I was going for a massge today, by Brad, who’s just the best massage therapist I’ve ever been to by far (and I’ve been to a fair number of the years. I like to feel relaxed). And I had pencilled in and Outlook-calendared my appointment at 2pm today, and was just about to get ready and leave when I get a call from Brad saying ‘So I had you booked for an appointment at 1 o’clock?’. And because Brad is the best massage therapist (no you can’t have his number!), and there’s generally a 2-3 week waiting list to get an appointment with him, now I don’t get to go and have a massage until after I come back from vacation, at which point, hopefully, I won’t particularly need one.

So boo-hoo!