Actually, yesterday my little RM bag kept me going when I was SO pissed off I was breathing fire and spitting brimstone. At work, I got such a crappy surprise from my colleagues from the depot and was left to deal with the mess - because of it I was seeeriously behind schedule.
If it wasn't for the little Mini MAB peeking out of the department store paper bag I probably would've given up, sat down and refused to get up. The bag lifted my spirits and I couldn't wait to get home and get to know her better!