Work as usual.

There are times when the familiar sights and smells of a coffeehouse, a primo seat by the window for people- and barista-watching, Led Zeppelin in the background and a review of a Russian soap opera saying "You may be interested to know why the show is called 'Bednaya Nastya' when the main heroine is named Anna.  If we gave that away, we would be revealing one of the important intrigues of the plot..." are enough to put a smile on your face, restore your faith in humanity and make you believe your life is not as bad as you think it is.
   Then the Zeppelin CD is replaced by Cake, and you realize you are in big fucking trouble.