una furtiva lagrima (not the Michael Bolton version)

What in the hell is wrong with me this week? Bad, bad luck. I have been foiled again. Thus far:
1) Refrigerator is dying. Made valiant attempt to prepare by eating rapidly rotting food to prepare for new fridge, only to find that the new one will not be delivered until next Wednesday.
2) Latest two southern blots: one looks great, suggests I have at least two positive clones; the other makes absolutely no sense, and suggests that all the clones are the same.
3) After a long search for all-day wearable boots suitable for work and scootering, the "perfect" pair's calves have stretched out so much in three wearings that I'm going to have to figure out how to keep them up.
4) Bought a bunch of kitty food that I thought he was eating; next day, it's on sale, and he no longer prefers that flavor.
5) Busted my buns last night to get to a good viewing point on Mt. Tam to see the short-lived Zodiacal Lights, only to find that there was too much ambient light from SF and Marin. At least I didn't bother to set up the telescope.
And the latest insult:
5) Timed end of procedure perfectly so that I could go downstairs to watch the free campus movie only to find that the email announcement was wrong and the movie started 45 minutes earlier.
Lest my unlucky streak break soon, this doesn't bode well for my first-ever trip to Vegas next weekend!

CRAP CRAP CRAP NEWS FLASH!!!
So as I'm packin' up to go home, seriously just having finished writing the above, I casually go to my love-from-afar indie band The King of France's website to see if they're ever gonna come to SF for a show, and I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE FREAKING HERE TONIGHT PLAYING LIKE RIGHT NOW 5 BLOCKS FROM MY HOUSE!!!

I repeat: What in the hell is wrong with me this week?!