All right my peachy keen compadres, I'm out of here. I'm heading out for a three week vacay which will be utterly fabulous, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I will miss you all, and I expect to be greatly missed myself, as my ego is a massive and mountainous object that required an extension to be built to my house, just so that it could be housed.
Yeah, I know, that sentence got away from me. The clauses staged a revolution, and won. Viva la clause, baby.