Tired

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.