Honestly, there's not much more irritating than when everything just decides to stop functioning altogether. At once. With everything else.
Our DStv is broken. Dead. Home & Away cravings ensue, and it's not pretty.
Blogger is bust. Evidenced by comments-access problems below. Pants.
My hands-free kit has gone pop, as seen by mysteriously missing earpiece. It ceases to work now, as said earpiece seems quite important in the fine cognicense of things, and now can't listen to the bloody radio.
The plug fitting in my boudoir at home, which is the sole point for which my computer, numerous lights, speakers, charger, etc. has blown. I now run to my bed in darkness, because I'm scared of the Boogeyman grabbing me from under my bed. I'm not afraid to admit this incessant fear. And I can't read my sex-porn literature before retiring, as I have no fudging lights. Pretty our maid must've done it, since it worked perfectly fine yesterday.
My passenger electric window still doesn't work. Crap shit.
I need a holiday.