Pressure

Two weeks and $1,325 to fix my car. OUCHHHH.

But.. it could be worse. The engine could have fallen out onto a homeless street person who would then sue me for everything I don't have, and keep me wrapped up in senseless litigation for 8 years and all my friends would be embarrassed by me and refuse to speak to me because my engine fell out on a homeless person and the homeless person would be then seek punitive damages because I was being stubbornly litigious, and I would be alone forever because I would be shunned by all who knew me and then Jake and I would be forced to live in a cave because the homeless person will have won my ugly sofa. Unless they take Jake away from me too. But maybe they would let me keep my Complete Works of William Shakespeare because they would just be bored by it. And maybe my favorite pair of jeans (they wouldn't want them anyway because of that weird stain on the left thigh).... and the tablecloth my mama gave me. You might see me walking down the street in my jeans, carrying my Complete Works of William Shakespeare and my blue and yellow tablecloth that was a gift from my mama.

Or something like that.