Once in a while it happens: everything is absurd, nothing makes sense.
Your work is wildly unreasonable. Your clients are illogical. You cannot understand anyone and no one can understand you.
You are an alien on this planet. There is no sense to continue...
So you go to a different world,
where a peculiar cat nests in the hair of a strange lady,
where black is the color of joy,
where nice songs are weird and weird songs are nice,
where there are no rules and you can create whatever you want.
And when you'll come back, everything will be fine.
Enjoy your life: switch worlds.