As Her Royal Highness Princess Snarkerella, it is my duty (one of many) to consider (many applicants) and determine (eeny-meeny-miney-moe) the High Holidays of Halfglassistan.
[trumpets sound again, as HRH is late to the podium]
[trumpets playing a light jazzy number while HRH is delayed behind the velvet curtain as she fiddles with her hair]
I — your humble leader — declare (-are, -are, -are) — today (-ay, -ay, -ay) Overflow Day (-ay, -ay, -ay) — upon which (-itch, -itch — OK, kill the echo effect) — upon which we fill the official drinking vessels of Halfglassistan (Libbey®) until they overflow with hope.
Why today? Why today?
I say, "Why not today?"
We overdose on hope, not because it is easy — but because it is hard.
Hmmm? What's that, you say? Ummm, yeah — no, I can't take credit for that last turn of phrase — good catch. But — I like it. And — it fits.
So — go forth, and — hope.
That is all.
CROWD:"Snarkita! Snarkita! Snarkita!"
ME:"Don't cry for me, Halfglassistanita ... "
Oh, please — you didn't see that coming?