I don't know what to title this, but it was my day

Work and after-work were brutal, today.
My dad and I worked for six straight hours, only one short ten-minute break.
It was a huge commercial property, and we didn't even finish it all today.
I'd been having trouble with my left knee and hip hurting me really bad, this week, but by the time we left I didn't even know which leg to limp on, anymore. They both hurt so bad.

When we finally got home, I had basically hit that point where I was just so tired and hurting and rushed and frustrated and not wanting to do ANYTHING that I mentally reverted to a 3-year-old and just started slamming shoes down at the ground when they were cold from water or didn't fit right, and when anyone asked me something I snapped back in a high-pitched and whiny voice and rambled quickly for a few seconds, sounding progressively like I wanted to just fall over and crash and cry, bringing up my arms to cover my head and scrunching up my face.

But then we stopped at McDonalds on the way to German class and I got a caramel frappe and a cheeseburger and I wasn't so distressed anymore.
I enjoyed class after that.
And I enjoyed the ride home.


It's amazing what a frappe and a burger can do.