I don't want to go to bed - post Canadian Tenors

Cause then it will be tomorrow.

I don't want tomorrow. Today was really nice. People valued me today. People loved me a bit too, I think. Nice, because I love them, so it was a lovely win-win.

But if I go to bed, and I should it is really, really late. My Canadian Tenors will have to fade back to a reality type situation. Never my favorite arrangement, don't you know. But I am going to bed to sleep and dream all the dreams that live within me.

For my boys. No. I am not sick of you seeing you Remi. Are you sick of seeing me? Maybe. Silly. Is one sick of a fine wine? An exquisite painting? Even the tiniest of variations in your performance gives me joy.

I can see you guys are tired and need a rest. JEFFREY please schedule in a rest. Our boys need a rest. All of us who love them will still be here after they rest and return to us refreshed. See? the joy of not having a fan base driven by teenage hormones. We will long for your return and reward your re-appearance with joy.

I could expand upon my argument, but instead have decided to leave it there and really go to bed. The Canadian Tenors: you bring me joy. I just feel better about life and the world after seeing you. So I do apoligize. I know that it is long and it is tiring. But you do bring joy and hope. I heard a woman joke with her friends that she felt so uplifted and refreshed that maybe she could skip church on Sunday See, spreading that happy is your purpose and I am here to remind you of it in any way that I can.

Okay 2:10, and an early corporate morn tomorrow. For all of you that tune in regularly - I love you too.

Just a random type What?

So, someone tell me what's the deal with the facial hair? Movember is over boys. I'm pretty sure. I'm just askin'. I met yet another lovely young lad on the wrong side of thirty who was really cute, but what's with all the scruff? Is is a fashion trend thing? A phase that all men must try their beards on? cause you know, I'm all for that self-expression nonsense but I do get tired of the heavy scruff. It hides your lovely faces.

It makes me work too hard to see your hotness. Know what? I need all the help I can get right now in terms of seeing what is right in front of me. Just way too much going on in the big giant noggin. Please don't make it harder with all the excess fur trimming.

Now, fair enough, you could come right back at me with why am I hiding MY hotness under an extra set of radial tires round the central body mass. But I am working on it, really I am.

In interests of both of us contributing to the beauty of the universe, how bout clearing off some cheek space so that when I give you the double diva cheek kiss my lips actually touch some flesh and I promise to keep going to the gym in an effort to improve what assaults your eyeline from my direction. Whaddya say?

I'm not sayin' I don't appreciate the rasp of 2 days unshaven because we've been having too much fun in bed, cause I do. But more than that really hurts and more than that is just a bit...nope.