Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

Somebody wanna tell me just exactly how my house turned into a halfway house for wayward kids? It seems that we're not only going to be taking care of the youngest daughter of a friend, but her oldest as well. Why me? Don't I have enough bullshit of my own to deal with, now I have to take on the woes of others? *sigh* And to top things off, I spent the entire fucking Labor Day weekend in pain, thanks to that miserable piece of Japanese shit on two wheels in my garage. 4 hours crawling around on the garage floor replacing the motherfucking clutch, only to have it do exactly the same goddamn thing it was doing before I pulled a muscle in my back and bruised the heel of my palm. *GRRRRRRRRRRR* Now the little missus us telling me that we're going to take it to a shop and get it fixed. With what money? Christ, somebody wake me up from this nightmare!!!

Mike