Great way to wake up:
Big cookout for dad's work today. We've been working on the food for it for a week now! (Smoking ribs, fixing pulled pork, made a ton of egg rolls, seasoned chicken, etc.) All the meat is provided by my family for it!
Of course, it's too much for my parent's fridge, so they always send some to my fridge. No problem.
Except my wake up call at 6:45 this morning is my brother yelling at my animals because they are "in the way" so I ask him what's up.
Guess what electronic appliance decided to cut out during the night? So that the chicken and ribs that were down here are now room temperature... And we don't know how long they haven't been cold for ='D
Last night, the fridge was working juuuuuuuuust fine. And now it's not. -_-;;
That's a lot of food that we now can't fix, and that's a couple hundred dollars just thrown away. :<
As if today wasn't going to be busy enough and rough enough as it is. This cookout is held on the other side of the state, because it's 'closer' to where most of the people who work for my dad live. That's hours away from where we live. We have to drive there and back. I'm glad I don't go with dad, so I don't have to unload the grill, smoker, coolers, and all that stuff. But I have to help load it all back up. That stuff is heavy, and normally it's soaking wet when we have to load it back into the truck.
While there, it's several hours of heavy socializing. (Which I haven't been in the mood for lately, so is going to be even more exhausting than normal)
The few hours drive home. Unload everything. Oh, and then dad wants to head to the other house TONIGHT, which is another couple of hours of driving ='D So that means loading up everything for that trip, heading there, and unloading everything there. Putting that shit up, and just... ugh no.
Also, I might or might not be in a downward spiral in my bipolar, which might or might not have royally fucked up my sleep schedule, so I might or might not have gotten, maybe, an hour of sleep before the rude awakening. Hint: Yes, Yes, And less than.
Great day, hope nothing else goes wrong, because if it does, we'll just throw a massive panic attack into the mix, so I can't breathe, will be sore, and will be miserable for days instead of just the one day. Thankfully that hasn't happened, yet, but ugh.