How Do Other People Deal With Stress?

So I'm running around thinking everything is Oh Fine Super Duper when, suddenly, I get in my car yesterday and I'm putting on lipstick when that stupid Reba McIntyre song comes on about how her father was so remote and she thought he would never die but he did and he never said he loved her, and then there I am in my driveway boo-hooing like a dumbass with my lipstick in my hand. (Yet another reason to be glad I don't have neighbors.) Then I was pissed off at myself and had a stomachache ALL DAY even though I ate cookies at the mall. And I bought all kinds of books and a big pile of Victoria's Secret underwear. Now I have to go to work and all I really want to do is stay home and hide under the covers.