I run....on the treadmill, if it's really bad. With tunes of course. Something I have to concentrate on to keep pace because I run rather fast. When it's cool enough, I'll walk thru the 'neighborhood' (it's an apt complex and gated so no stress of large dogs attacking unexpectedly some foolish blonde woman with earbuds in who can't hear anything coming up behind her)...any kind of physical activity helps, but it's an imperfect science....I found myself suddenly relieved running and then just as abruptly burst into tears because I'm relieved. Stupid.

I do like to go into a chat room I've been on for years and listen to other people b**ch about the minutia of their lives....takes me off the crap of mine. And sometimes, it makes me laugh.