I've recently found that it's nice to have said happy place to go in order to get away from some of the stress that's been surrounding me. Mine? The Daily Show. Your's might be different. But how does it work, you ask?
Have a near death experience in the elevator from hell? Don't fret. Watch the Daily Show.
Find that the bottoms are falling out of your pilsner glasses way to often? Don't cry. Watch the Daily Show.
Have a heated discussion with the spouse? Pause. Count to 10. Then watch the Daily Show.
Find that you're frightening to the local townfolk at 2.00 am? Go home and watch the Daily Show.
Can't cook your frozen pizza in English? Download the Daily Show.
Have a pigeon smack into your head...while indoors? Chop it into bits, throw it on the chicken house roof...then go watch the Daily Show.
Actually, those last three aren't mine. Wesley, David, and Josh...Find your own damn happy place.
*My sincere apologies to Petula Clark for stealing and then changing her lyrics. Or...not...Most likely, not.
