Pooped

Today was a shit-tastic day. Started off by spending an hour and a half changing/patching a tire in the rain. That made me cold, wet, and an hour and a half late for everything else I was doing today. Not only that, but while I was changing the tire, I broke off the door handle on the truck, which continued to be a source of frustration throughout the day.
No matter how fast I drove or how much I sprinted, I could not make up that lost time, meaning that everybody was unhappy with me when I finally did show up.
All that stress of trying to juggle and race and stuff has left me feeling wiped out. I'd rather take a full day of manual labor than an hour of panic-level stress. Thank god it's the weekend. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'm gonna go crash. I think I've earned it.