What small soul-healing gifts do you give yourself without any fuss or fanfare?

I didn’t really intend this to be a poison and antidote pair. It just turned out that way.

When the black flies of irritation, vexation, and frustration bite, what’s your flyswatter? What little and unannounced things do you resort to or do for yourself to get over those rough spots? Swearing? chocolate? a few minutes’ worth of virtual mayhem and slaughter?

Or do you have recourse to larger things?—a view of the mountains, and all is at peace? a thought of things eternal, allowing small annoyances to pass you by?

Sometimes I feel better after bitching about it. Sometimes I take a zenlike view of the thousand things. And sometimes I just say “Damnation. What an idiot.”