As I type this, my fingers will be slowly turning into wiggly jiggly rolls of chewing gum. My heart, now a gooey lump of fudge, will be laboring to pump the now fully caramelized mixture that used to be my blood supply throughout my body, which shortly will be nothing more than a giant lump of sprinkle covered candy.
And yet, none of that bothers me. Though by all rights I should have been screaming in agony as my pancreas exploded violently from my torso, all I can say is I feel... happy.