The Lighter Side

I have a couple different ways of coping with stress: the first is to simply break down crying, which has happened to me twice this week and I'm blaming college algebra.  The second is to laugh hysterically, but I scare myself into thinking I'm going insane, which I might be.  The third is to eat ice cream straight out of the carton.  I love ice cream.  It's been said that I'd be fired from Baskin-Robins for giving out scoops that were too big.
It's not that I was planning on working at Baskin-Robins in the first place.  I'd start quoting movies to customers, which I'm pretty sure is against most stores' policies.  My hair makes me look even crazier--it's directly imported from Scotland.  My braid is so thick that it would show up in an x-ray.
It's probably a good thing, then, that my hair wasn't braided that fateful day in September of 2014.  I wanted to be Supergirl when I was five, and I've always wanted to fly.  I just never wanted to fly over the handlebars of my bicycle after I'd gotten the swim bag stuck in my front wheel.  That's exactly what happened, and I went to the ER.  And got x-rays.  And now, to quote Ice Age 3: was I killed?  Sadly, yes--but I lived.  With a sling and a wrist brace.  For six weeks.
To ease the pain that wasn't there, I was prescribed Tylenol with codeine in it.  First off, that sounded illegal.  It also knocked me out.  I slept for twelve hours the next night, to date the longest I've ever slept, then fell asleep in the doctor's waiting room the next day.  I think we dumped half that bottle of medicine down the sink.
What do you do to cope with stress--and, more importantly, what's your favorite ice cream flavor?  I'd love to know in the comments below!  God bless, and have a wonderful, stress-free weekend!