When I wake up on a morning like this one I begin with a musical number:

"It's
a beautiful morning
everything's so sunny and gay!"

Then I do the Satyr Dance (I tap the sole of my right foot against my left knee-cap and say "I'm a satyr! I'm a satyr!")

Sometimes I'll do a chorus line number:

"Why don't you jerk me off
a-and fu-u-u-u-ck my asshole?
Yeah!"

Other times I'll look at myself in the mirror and say to myself in a 1940s voice:

"Hey! What are ya' lookin' at jerko!"

I consider all of this to be happy time.