Phone call:
Me: waaaaah
Him: Have you tried a nap?
Me: yes
Him: Ah. Then you need an outlet. How about exercising? 3-5 times a week.
Me: I hate it when you're right. Why are you always right?
Him: I'm not always right, but I went through the same thing last summer, and my life is much better with exercise. So go to it. And I'm going to take a nap now.
Me: Gah. Thank you.
So, posted 45 minutes later... yep. He was right. I ran and ran, up the hills, up the stairs, then down again. I did it just for me. My arms are chilled, my cheeks are flushed, and I'm happy.
I do have a stitch in my side -- suggestions for stretches so that that doesn't happen?