Sunday, June 1, 2008


It's late.
I'm tired.
I may have to pull an all nighter.
Things keep popping up.
People keep popping up.
Events keep popping up.
Time keeps getting eaten.

It's okay.
It's even nice and beautiful and fun.
But there is work to be done.

Much work.
And I'm tired.
It's late.
And I just have to figure this out.

Painty paint paint.


Kay said...

you have finished *how many???* works in the time it took me to do one?

...colours... said...

did you get it all done?! :)

Shorty said...

I hope you are getting some rest...hugs beautiful!