I hang my head in shame - but smiling

I had a curious 36 hours - emotionally. As noted previously, I am now running on unleaded having by now detoxed from my anti-depressants after about 7 years of their faithful service.

So far, so good.

But on Wednesday afternoon, I suddenly went from feeling fine, to feeling remarkably flat. A downward spiral that took about 10 mins to achieve. Oh there was a trigger. A very bad bad man. For the next 24 hours, I felt a general malaise. But then last night, I went to a girlfriend's place to do some applique (DO NOT MOCK ME!), and she desired to watch some television.

Within minutes of watching the as yet unnamed show, I was feeling a smile radiate. I was downright chipper. In fact, I began to smirk. Then laugh. Before I knew it, I was guffawing. (NOTE: For your own safety, do not laugh hysterically whilst holding sharp objects.) By the end of the show, I had tears - of laughter - and felt immeasurably better than I had in days.

The show, I am loathe to admit, was "The Footy Show - AFL Grand Final Edition".

Oh the shame. At this rate, I will be watching "A Current Affair" to catch up on all those pensioner rip-offs etc, and enjoying it.

Your help for these dire times is most appreciated.