Who pissed in my cheerios?

Aside from having what I can best describe as mono for about 3 weeks, my A/C on my car has died (and the rest of the car is following suit quickly - so, I need another car asap), my Uncle Bill unexpectedly passed away (2 day trip to west Texas during the worst of my sickness), my house is infested with fleas (I spent the whole weekend fumagating it, and of course, I got bit by several fleas last night - so this week I'll just have to tolerate flea bites and spend all of next weekend redoing what I spent this entire weekend doing) and I'm about 3 weeks behind at work. And right now, I don't have much of anything positive to say, except thank god I'm not in school right now, or that'd be one more thing to be behind on. Needless to say, I'd like to go home, shoot up some Windex and call it a life.