I'm already in Mordor, thanks to Mithalwen. I pronounce quarter incorrectly. Purists!
EDIT: LMP, I know exactly what you're talking about and I wish I knew how to combat it...my husband is the only one who can snap me out of that kind of funk. I suggest putt-putt. And ice cream. And a walk in the park, to see how lovely the world looks in early spring.
Especially if you can use your birthday to ensure you pay for nothing.