WHAT CAN HE POSSIBLY ADD TO THIS PICTURE?

Since loyal reader(s) know that I'm not into vampires at all.  As I've grown older, I even like my steaks a little more well done.  Pink, even a little red, but no more blood.

So what could I pen, other than agreeing with the statement about friends?

Vampires suck.
Red is my favorite color.
Never have I known or heard of a real life vampire.
I never tasted Count Dracula (ok, I know it's Count Chockula, but same thing) cereal.
The Count on Sesame Street was my second least favorite character.  Grover was number 1 because he never did anything.
I've tasted my own coppery blood when I've had a busted lip or sucked at a fresh wound and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
Cherneenya is a Polish soup made from duck blood, I believe, and I know the spelling is incorrect, but hey like the Eastern Europeans can spell anyhow.  I mean they throw all kinds of consonants together and just add vowels on a whim or on a guilt pang.  Otherwise, they'd be happy to avoid them completely. And, no, I've never tasted that delicacy.
I never even understood hickies.
I don't like the English use of bloody for a generic curse word.  It's almost like smurf that can be substituted for noun or verb, adverb or adjective.

That's it.  No more blood thoughts.  No more vampire thoughts.  How does vamp come from vampires, I wonder?

TOMORROW IS FOREVER

Sometimes it seems that way: sometimes it is.

Remember when as children we were told, "Tomorrow, we're going to..."?  We couldn't sleep the sleep that only the young can.  Imagination/anticipation kicked in, and it was necessary to count sheep before dropping off.

I still can quote a little Shakespeare, although not much as most former bard teachers, but one line I recall from Macbeth was "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow/creeps in this petty pace from day to day/ to the last syllable of recorded time".  And I never knew what it meant, but if Will said it, it must be so.

"Tomorrow" from Annie held promise for her and the others at the orphanage when she sang it.  From juco English guru John Traver who once wrote on the board "Tomorrow will be better," though he dotted the e.  Something about satire, I believe.

For me, "Tomorrow is forever," when procrastinating.  I'm am so good at that.  In fact, I just reminded myself that there's a closet light that has burned out that I need to replace.  I said I would a few tomorrows ago.  I'm going now.

Check back tomorrow to see if it got done or not.