Someone please put me out of my misery

Can my life suck more? Sheesh! I took a 2-week vacation for the sole purpose of buying barstools, a daybed or futton, and the water reserve for my new house. So in this way I could move into it by the end of the month. But oh no! Here's what I've gotten out of my 2-week vacation instead: 1) I've been plagued with car problems. So far I've spent $295 on repairs, and it's still leaking the power steering oil. 2) My house was flooded when the hose of the toilet broke. (It's been a week, and the repairman hasn't shown up yet.) 3) The place where my bathroom cabinets were being made burnt down to the ground. 4) Inara Press (to whom I'd hoped to submit my non-erotic romance stories) closed down. Please someone fucking shoot me! NOW!