Here's something I picked up off a blog that I read once in a while.

It's the cure for your ennui...

1. Instead of showering, borrow some Mr Bubble and take a bath. Then,
when it dawns on you that you’re stewing in a compote of your own
filth, giggle at the fact that you convinced yourself a bubble bath
would cheer you up.

2. In place of your usual trousers/jeans, put on short, tight
athletic shorts. Re-acquaint yourself with your upper thighs. Also,
if you have a mesh tank top, put that on. Unless you’re a Catholic,
in which case mesh might be a sin. So try a fun t-shirt or a tunic,
instead.

3. Drink 6 Absolut Bloody Marys with real horseradish, a bit of beef
stock, and clam juice. Shout nasty things at the TV weatherperson.

4. Repeat step 3.

5. Repeat steps 3 and 4—but direct your shouting at any car that
dares drive up your street. If you have access to a hose, aim it an
passersby.

6. Pass out on the chaise lounge and wake up early Wednesday morning
when the sprinklers go off.