SLL never tells its readers what to do. However, tonight I have a suggestion. If you need a laugh, or more accurately many laughs, or more accurately still many deep-from-the-belly laughs, give P.G. Wodehouse a try. He has, on occasion, reduced me to tears. From Wodehouse, (1881–1975), English author and humorist, The Best of Wodehouse: An Anthology (2007):
Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy’s Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day’s work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city’s reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.
I will take you up on that