Headaches and spilt salsa.

It's been one of those days, the kind that you just want to crawl into bed afterwards and wish that it would all go away! Well, maybe not that bad. I won't go into too much detail about what has frustrated me, only that it was one thing after another. It was a discouraging day at work, which sparked a fantastic headache. I found out that I have to work tomorrow which bummed me out because I had made an appointment with the bishop and was looking forward to it. So, I had to track down phone numbers to locate the ward clerk to reschedule which meant I had to call Travis at home to dig through my scripture bag and find the piece of paper with one of the women who befriended me to get the ward clerks phone number. He also informed me that the a.c. (which had finally been completely replaced) didn't seem to be working...again. This made me upset because I forgot to turn it to 75 before I left for work. TANGENT: It was only frozen over. Travis turned it off completely before he went to work, and I turned it back on when I got home and cool air seems to be blowing. BACK TO THE POST: So, after I tried placing the call a couple of times with no luck, I knew I would have to wait until I got home to find the Relief Society president's number. By the end of the day, my head seemed to be splitting. I still had to go to the store for some necessities and also find dinner. I grabbed what I needed at the store and decided on La Huerta Vejia for dinner. I was getting tired and irritable by the time my food came (which was quite quickly, I was just still frustrated by work) and I had to juggle my food bag and my grocery bag and walk home. In the process of walking home and juggling, there was a car of guys that drove by honking, whistling and waving at me. I looked up at them but didn't respond. This made them mad and they screamed out the window at me calling me names which didn't make me feel much better. Luckily I had Trav on the phone and he made me feel better. When I got home, I was happy to see the a.c. was working. I tried calling the Relief Society president with no luck, popped some tylenol and opened my dinner. The salsa had spilled EVERYWHERE. However, the quesadilla was pretty darn awesome.