Friar Tuck

After six months of cloud, the sun has been out for a week straight and there's a fifty/fifty chance I'm going to explode with giddiness. Actual sensations of joy feel considerably more powerful when your brain has been preoccupied with the most effective way to jump into a helicopter blade. I'm so happy an immense bulge forms in my pants just thinking about heading outside into the refreshing sun-kissed air.

Food tastes better and settles well. Drink glides down my hole into the guts saying thank you sir along it's merry way. It's an orgy of sensations. Ah, the sun. Do your dirty work.