Zomg! Welcome back. How've you been?

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So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.

Thank you very much for your kind command. It has truly opened my eyes to what I should do and due to it I will now endeavor to have a delightful day, whereas without it I may have shoved a beehive down my pants out of confusion, for I did not have someone to tell me to have a delightful day.

I am sad to say that I am just the sort of weak-minded person who, without being told what to do, does not actually know what to do. Therefor without your most welcome order, the concept that "Delightful" is superior to "Horrible And With A Swollen Lower Torso" would have eluded me.

However, this leaves me with the quandary of "What about the next day and the day after that, et cetera, et cetera?" I confess that I am quite stumped as to the solution to this problem. For what if no one instructs me to have a delightful day upon those days? I fear I shall be quite lost - and confused once more, besides. I may even go so far as to lay down upon the hill of fire ants in my confusion for, with this added layer of confusion - to whit; knowing I could have a delightful day but not knowing if I should - my actions may grow more illogical.

But I shant worry about that, for I am now having a delightful day.

Thank you once more. I am forever in your debt (until tomorrow or when some one tells me otherwise).

Sincerely,
Geostenn Häzeltine

Post-Script: If you wonder why I pen this lengthy response instead of simply saying "Thank you," or "No," or somesuch, I am afraid that I cannot offer a response. "Boredom" is surely insufficient, for I can think of many things more engaging than my current activity. So I suppose it must be one of four things: either I am attempting to enrich your day; I am attempting to show my intellectual superiority through much posturing and formalized language; I am a satirist upon the likes of the Brontë siblings, Jane Austen, et cetera, and so write this out of habit (which would also explain my unneccesary umlat useage in writing my signature); or I am simply a nasty person.

It is also possible that a combination of two or more of these possibilities has occured or even that there are other possibilities (though I rather doubt it, for one of my staggering intellect does not often forget possibilities in writing such a list of them). Regardless of such concerns, I thank you for your consideration and hope that you have noted my ascerbic, biting, superior, eloquent, well-worded, brilliant, genius, superb, shocking, et cetera wit.

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So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.

Hah. Losing my attention due to inactivity. Good one.

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So I start off toward somewhere new.
And I know the beauty will come shining through
All this dark rain and unfriendly snow.
Yes, there’s always a tomorrow.