Can anyone say lazy gash?

Right, today has not been a success. People may ascertain this from the title, but for those interested in reading on I will give a condensed version of the highlights. I will try to keep the moaning brief, but I suspect it may just break out in outraged strains.
First of all, I am sick and have some kind of 'flu I think. I go to work for eight hours, rush around to send stuff to fuckwits on trade me who do not send adequate information. I dash home, don't have time for dinner, go to class for a couple of hours. I leave, hoping that something may be done about the kitchen by the time I get home. I have reservations because another flatmate is sitting, ill, in the lounge bewailing the fact she has to work for 5 hours tonight. After a day of doing sweet fuck all? I'd say it's a luxury. Although I can't be certain she did nothing, as I have not yet installed CCTV in my house.
Go to class, get back home about 10, kitchen even more messy. Reconcile myself to having to do some dishes in order to cook dinner. Make a mammoth effort cleaning up, cut up vegetables to roast, and then find out that the bloody oven has shorted a fuse or something. The bake/grill does not work. At this point A sloped down to grab more snacks for his evening, and helpfully pointed out the stove top worked. Useless prick.
So, I am at an impasse. Hungry, no means of cooking, can't have muesli as someone has used the milk, and angry at myself for cleaning for lazy gashes once again. And feeling really ill. High drama, I tell ya.
Well, I am about to try to break into the stove and see what is wrong with it. Wish me luck, and possibly don't try to talk to me for the next few days.