I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates. A bicycle. A new key.
I rode my bike into work today for the very second time, and it was STILL fantastic. The second my bike drops off of the road over the bridge - where all of the speeding cars spew out fumes that I swear are more potent here than they were at home, even with a breeze to blow them away - and I coast down the little road that goes by All Saints Church and into Bishop's park, the world suddenly becomes a place of singing birds, arches of trees, and sudden flashes of flowers whose names I don't know. The cemetary is still full of daffodils, the dogs are all happy that they're outside, and even the people cleaning the park are chipper and say, "Good morning!" as you pass by. I know some of this is because it's spring but it just totally rocks out. BIRDIES FLOWERS DOGGIES HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY. Chirp chirp tweetle arf "Good morning!" I love it.
And, yeah, work now, whatever, let's not get into it.