Karma...

Man, I must have done something pretty awful in a past life, because I can not catch a break, here.

So I finally get a job. Delivering for Domino's. Not thrilled about it, but at least I'll get tips, right? And I get to drive around, listening to music. Should be at least somewhat tolerable.

Now my car is acting up. The one thing I own that I desperately need to do my job. Not to mention get there, as the store is in Spanish Fork, the next town to the south of here.

Even worse, my car is doing the same thing my previous car did before dying a horrible, gasping death.

Yeah, color me stressed.