They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab in Hello

But I said sure, okay!

Today was day two of outpatient. The counselor is very nice and the two other gals in treatment are a trip. There is a topic of the day which becomes a group discussion (and thanks to ADHD) that devolves into us talking over each other and various other subjects. Needless to say I enjoy it very much being with other scatter brained individuals. Hearing about their childhoods though…damn. I thought I was messed up. Heh…

All in all, though, it’s a neat experience. When we take our smoke break the conversations usually drift to what was our drug of choice/how fucked up we used to get. Ah, rehab.

I crashed hard yesterday around one-ish in the afternoon when exhaustion took over and slept till about three-thirty AM. Roughly fourteen hours. I needed it so bad. My sleep had been shit for several days by that point and it all caught up to me.

Ugh, I can hear a helicopter outside which means Redstone Arsenal is up to something. Joys of living next to a military installation.

My eyes burn and I want to go to sleep again…but I said no, no, no!

Get it? Amy Winehouse?