I just heard "Bad Day" on the radio and suddenly I wanted to cry. Like really, REALLY cry. The urge was there, waiting right behind my eyeballs with its shaky metaphorical hand ready to turn the faucet. Luckily, my spider senses kicked in (yeah, I have those) and helped me realize what was happening. I started laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. It was a good laugh; the kind where you have to wipe that one tear that escaped from your right eye when it's over.
While I had a rough day indeed, it's common knowledge that the human race was desensitized to the effects of Daniel Powter's pout after its 6 billion plays on American Idol. After coming to the conclusion that it could be worse (I could have been subjected to Adele's sappy "Someone Like You"（＾Ｏ＾☆♪ or James Blunt's "You're Beautiful" instead), I felt much better and nearly forgot why I was stressed in the first place. I had somehow succeeded in distracting myself - like a "look over there" moment. Those of you with toddlers know precisely what I'm talking about.
Try laughing at yourself once in a while - it helps you detach and put things into perspective.
Laughing at yourself may also inspire you to blog and ignore your laundry pile.