so we’ve made it to the 3:30 in the A.M. we’re a bit giddy, completely punchdrunk and our eyes are only focusing every 10 minutes or so. we’ve decided to eat hot dogs because are tummy, it is grumbly and we’ll eating large phallic shaped objects at 3:30 on a sunday morning just sounds like a damn, damn good idea.

maybe we’ll just have some hint of lime tostitos. or maybe we’ll stop referring to ourselves as we. yeah, that’s kind of super annoying.

ok, hotdogs, chips, and maybe some more journal entries, if, of course, i can still read. i wouldn’t count on it at all.