Going all night

I'm working late, not worrying about my early start tomorrow. Writing. Listening to music I like. Alone. No distractions. Making progress. I want it to last all night. When I was young and pulled all-nighters it was all dread and distraction. Tonight is more fun, maybe because this time seems rarer and more precious. And it seems like somehow, slightly, I'll get it done. I just know it. I'm enjoying my thoughts right now. The strange guy being pushed out of a car in the tenderloin. Memories of Stockton tunnel and Chinatown at night, that idiot I spoke with today who clearly hates me in a way that makes me feel good. Time to get back to work, but first, a distraction from the past...