Some days are the kind of day where you're grumpy and irritable, and you know that some of the things you're grumpy about are partly due to your own bad behavior, which somehow doesn't make things any better.
Some days are the kind of day where you're grumpy about things that have been resolved and are no longer an issue, but you've got so much invested in being grumpy about them that it's hard to let go of them, so you keep on manufacturing unnecessary drama in your head. (Or maybe that's just me.)
Some days are the kind of day where there are so many tension-inducing things on your to-do list that you have a hard time getting yourself to do any of them.
Some days are the kind of day where, even though you realize all your problems are priveleged-person problems, you have a hard time getting over yourself.
Some days are the kind of day where you receive so many emails about potentially tense subjects that you just don't read any of them.
Some days are the kind of day where an author attempts to argue with you about issues relating to magazine guidelines, and you're in such a bad mood that you rise to the bait and send them an unnecessarily snippy response.
Some days are the kind of day where you didn't get enough sleep the night before and you fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon for an hour or two (for the nth day in a row), which is making it hard to get work done.
Some days are the kind of day where you attempt to cheer yourself up by watching a silly movie (like, say, the 2005 made-for-TV version of Once Upon a Mattress), and it works really well at first, but then the second half of the movie isn't as funny, and then when you go back to email there's another note from a different author arguing about a different part of the guidelines.
Some days are the kind of day where you wish you had a copy of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day so you could cheer yourself up by reading it. (I hear some days are like that. Even in Australia.)
Some days are the kind of day where you start thinking about the kinds of things that cheer you up when you've got the mullygrubs, like doing something nice for someone, or listening to the Talisman A Cappella rendition of “Hombe” (link is to a different group performing what I think is a similar version, though the basses may not be as good), or reading Jennifer Crusie, or watching Gilmore Girls. And you start wondering what other people do to cheer themselves up.
So: what do y'all do to cheer yourselves up when you've got the mullygrubs? What do you do to relax yourself when you're stressed or tense?
P.S.: Anyone awaiting email responses from me, apologies for delay but you'll have to wait a bit longer.