Sometimes I think I should lead Positive Action Plan Workshops or something.
For example, the other day when I was having a particularly stressful day and my head was swimming in unrealistic thoughts like I Wish I Lived On a Farm In Big Sky Country and I Owned a Charming Diner I turned myself around and pulled my rancid thoughts out of the gutter and I thought AT LEAST I'M NOT AT A BOBBY MCFERRIN CONCERT
And that was the ticket out of Awfulville right there.
Swear to Bea Arthur,
Deputy of Mirth (ish)