It’s 1:58 AM.
Ha, ha, ha. Guess what I just did.
That’s right. I called Tad. (See entry below, in which I’m considering calling Tad.)
I told him, “Tell your friends I said, ‘Tad’s not gonna pay for y’all’s tacos tonight, bitches.'” Tad said he already told them. He’s gonna eat his taco real fast. Don’t lock the top lock ’cause the key doesn’t work on that one, he reminds me.
Ha, ha, ha. I’m awake. Because tomorrow (today) is Sunday, babies.
