I should be in Ireland right now.

I should be at home, in Ireland right now. I should be sitting at my old desk, petting my cat and eating a good unhealthy fry.
Flight was today. Queue a day of packing, an hour long bus trip and another hour waiting in line at check-in.
Except...I'm not in Ireland. My flight was cancelled. The next available flight isn't until tomorrow at 20:10.

Brilliant.

Someone's getting raped for this.