Oh fer tired. We painted my son's room today-- it is now a silvery, grayish green. Very nice and it was very needed.
But I'm tired.
I can't stop thinking about my WIP. It sucks that I just never have time to really work on it. I mean, I do mess around some, and I guess I should just quit... that. I need to make a schedule, yeah, that's it.
And I'm going to sleep before midnight tonight, darn it. As in, right now.
This looks good. Requested at the library.