Word. Or Google images for baby bunnies, or zoo sites for baby elephants, baby pandas, baby tigers, baby giraffes, baby rhinoceroses, etc. I keep a special folder on my hard drive for the best un-saddening pix.
ETA: Or! How could I forget! baby hippos!
I like to eat lots of fruit when I’m sad. I don’t know, something about strawberries and watermelon and fresh pineapple makes me happy. And purposefully going out and buying it and cutting it up gives me something to do. I wouldn’t normally recommend eating for the blues, but I never feel bad about fruit.
And I agree about the baby animals. Also deep sea ocean creatures- they’re so cool.
Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do from now on…
Think of your username!
Seriously, it tickles me. 
Waaay back in the Pleistocene (i.e., when I was in college and bricklayers hadn’t learned about piropos being offensive - my guess is they’re offensive to those who never got one… :p), I would slink into my tightest pair of jeans, struggle into this red tee and go for an athletic-march-speed walk passing by as many construction sites as I could find. A few “¡Olé tu madre, guapa!” (long live your mom, beautiful) later, I felt able to tackle my class notes again.
The high speed walks still work, although I don’t do the painted-on jeans part any more. A funny book or a Muscle Dude Blowing Things Up movie helps, if the time or the weather aren’t good for walks.
Some of my dorm-mates used to do the following. The targets would be chosen with the utmost care; they would never do this to a random salesperson, but only to those in brand-name posh stores that give you The Look if you’ve walked in while on your way home from the lab (i.e., in some of your worst clothes), ask which size you are (a good salesperson can tell without asking, and they better given how much sizes change between brands) and then proceed to inform you, with their nose as far up in the air as they can, that they do not have such a high size.
My dorm-mates would disguise themselves as the kind of girl who would never, ever, wear last year’s clothes. They would throw on their newest and branded-est clothes, borrow a Prada handbag (authentic) from another mate, some Tous jewelry from another, a third one’s Moschino belt and go to one of Those Stores. The same saleschick who’d given them The Shoulder, The Look and The Nose just a few days prior would now trip over her own feet rushing to their side, congratulate them on their magnificent taste, happily take out half the clothes in the racks for them to look at (amazing how they’d suddenly have those “high sizes,” some of this girls were a 2)… and of course, not sell a dime’s worth.
Definitely Maybe. I wouldn’t watch it again-I fell asleep halfway through!!
Well, sadly, my favourite cat was put down on Monday so thats part of the reason I’m feeling sad. We still have another cat, a hamster and goldfish though 
Haha!! Thank you
Today, I am off to the gym, then I have to go to work and then I’m going to do something really good. I don’t know what yet but it’s going to be reeeally fun, and slightly crazy.