The Universe is trying to tell me something, but I'm not entirely sure what yet.
In the past two weeks, I've had my motherboard die on the main home computer, got a request for quotation on a sex-industry site, had my development server go belly-up after a routine software update, had the microwave handle break off in my hand, and had our fridge die. On top of that, I had some not great news from my family (nothing too major but nothing I want to talk about at the moment), tripled my workload at work due to a demanding product release schedule and not enough bodies to handle it, and some tense moments around getting new windows for our house.
Update: Although I have managed to rescue my development server, and our fridge was fixed at minimal cost (the evaporator fan died, which is apparently common to Maytags), the universe continues its assault; I was forced to reinstall Windows (never a fun prospect) and - even better - sliced the top of my middle finger off with our mandolin slicer last night. It was, as to be expected from a mandolin, a perfect 1mm thickness.