At Least You're Not Dead

Feeling blue today? The Man got you down? Wife nagging in your ear? Kids pooping on your carpet? Husband scratching himself, sprawled on the couch? Pudwacker cut you off in traffic?

I can fix all of that.

Go rent any season of Six Feet Under. There you can witness the misery of people that don't really exist and thereby temporarily forget your own troubles and woes. Seriously, it's a good show. Sure, none of the protagonists are ever, ever happy. And you really can't watch more than one episode at a time without wallowing in their depression. But sometimes after I've watched an hour of their problems, I take in a deep breath and think to myself, my life isn't so bad after all. And that's a good thing.