I have a problem.
Whenever I take Advil to relieve a headache, sometimes I act like I am Cate Blanchett’s Jasmine from “Blue Jasmine” tossing back a Xanax by way of a Stoli martini with a twist of lemon.
I don’t think that being an alcoholic or a manic depressive is something worth imitating, to be clear. But somehow, I think acting as put up and frustrated as Jasmine will drive away my headache. Or maybe it provides me some comfort to think that my life is playing out like some kind of scripted tragedy, like there is some grander plan to all these headaches.
And generally, I imagine this song is playing behind me:
Marshall and the Movies 
(If you want to compare), I was able to see her as Blanche when she was in D.C. What a joy. (From my eyes) her face was actually glowing from the stage. And I felt her turmoil.