Do I Need Electroshock Therapy?

Well, these protesters seem to think it would be a bad idea. They're probably right. But, still, I wonder...
My car has been experiencing technical difficulties since yesterday. For a 20-something American male, I know a pathetically small amount about car repair, but suffice it to say the car does not sound well--with my limited car knowledge, it sounds to me like it is going to self-destruct at any minute. So, of course, I get violently anxious at intersections, assuming the self-destruction will occur as I'm trying to beat a yellow light, and then I start in with the screaming of profanities, behavior learned from watching my father do same. The larger the intersection, the greater the stream of profanities.
And now that I am in Los Angeles, I actually believe that this car trouble could ruin me. If you haven't heard, there's absolutely no way to do anything here without a car. So here's the thought that keeps popping up over and over: "I am fucked. I'm going to have to pay like a bazillion dollars to fix a cylinder misfire, and I do not have a bazillion dollars. Nor do I know what a cylinder misfire is."
Then I say, "Fuck it," and decide that, heck, if my life is already ruined, I might as well eat pizza for every meal of the day and get drunk while watching mindless sitcoms (I only get the networks; man, I had no idea TV was this bad).
Sorry friends, today was a bad day. I have no guage of whether this post is funny, and I've tried to limit my posts to the more light-hearted, or comic, side of my persona, but you know what? Fuck you, fuck your mother. What do I give a fuck if you laugh or not at this stupid fucking post. Fucking Fuck. Fuck!!!!!!!!!