Might I suggest cold beer and music? I just finished drunk-drafting and dominating my league, methinks. Got home, got the kids and GF (ill) to bed, and alls quiet on the Mooch front.
Just chillin' to some Sam Roberts, drinking some Sam Adams, and just pretty much feeling at peace with the world.
Being drunk can't be wrong when beer is so good.
I think, therefore I am. I think fantasy, therefore I am unreal?