It feels awesome outside.

In an hour or so, I'm about to eat what will easily be the most expensive meal I have ever had. It will have been alive no more than eight hours before I order it to be cooked. It will most likely have lived in the sea at one point. Hopefully, this former sea-dwelling creature would have stood a good chance of killing me, should I have pursued it in its own element. Ideally, this will be, by no short measure, the best food I ever eaten. I'm terrified that the side dishes won't be as good as they should be. Let's hope this isn't an issue.

I think I would one day like to wrestle a dolphin. I'm 100% confident the dolphin would kick my ass, and I have no doubt I would emerge from this friendly match with no less than four broken ribs. I watched a documentary when I was little about dolphins and sharks, and apparently dolphins like to headbutt the shit out of some sharks. Now, I'd wager than I'm no more than half as tough as a shark, so if a dolphin headbutt makes a shark think, "Damn, that was some headbutt," (which was what the sharks were thinking --- I'm just going from their facial expressions of course...) I'm fairly confident that a dolphin headbutt would make me see God. Even so, I would like to think that after I confessed defeat to the dolphin we could share the dolphin version of a best-inter-species-friends-forever hug and maybe a can of chunked white albacore and then I would ride along side him, holding on to his fin as he swam into the sunset.

Sounds pretty badass, right? I know.