Listen to music. Though "listen" isn't quite right... I can TASTE it, feel it, I just melt into it and let it carry me where it will.
Either that or take it out on the wife, she gets mad, I get mad, she stomps off into the bedroom, I'm left feeling awful and guilty alone with the choc chip cookies she made me special for me before I was mean and frustrated and said nasty things because she said "all I want is my husband back, I can't believe you're really doing this..."
Go for a long drive... more music... focus on dodging the stupid suicidal deer everywhere... cry... cursing at the four-legged idiots...
Come home. Park. Sit. More music. More crying. Realize what it is I keep searching for, what I couldn't seem to pinpoint, why I keep running around trying to find something.. someone. Cry a LOT. Music. Wipe away tears. Go back inside.
Back on the headphones. And eat the cookies. But I feel really bad about it.
(munch munch)