When it rains.

This week has been shit.

First, the light in my kitchen stopped working. It's not burned out, it's just dysfunctional.

Second, the faucet in my kitchen exploded and, despite the attempt to repair it, it remains broken. For some reason we're unable to shut the hot water off to replace the broken part.

Third, my iMac is fried. There was an OS update this past week and the day after I installed it, Bobby was watching a video on youtube, the computer crashed, and now it won't restart. It's so far-gone I can't even get it to start from the boot disc.

Fourth, my car broke down. In what were otherwise humorous circumstances, it gave up on Gateway Blvd and Whyte Ave in front of Hudson's. The drunkards sitting on the patio shouted advice at me just as a fire truck pulled into my lane, blocking my only exit, so that Gary, Fallon and I had to push the car up to the fire truck's bumper until it moved.

It's been a shitty week and the weekend has, thus far, been crammed full of the crappy kinds of activities I hate doing (such as home-repair.) And when my shit weekend is over, I start another shit week of work where I close most of the week and will likely deal with perpetual understaffing (as usual.)

Sigh.

At least I get to adopt my new iPhone on Monday. Yay!