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1/20/2019 10:45am

Well, I moved into the recovery house. So far it's okay. Sundays are super boring though because there's nothing to do.

Oh yeah, I relapsed. That's why I'm here. Daniel, Aaron, and I (two super cool guys I met in rehab) got a hotel room together after a failed attempt at living at this church lady's house (fleas and cat urine everywhere--I fell through a hole in the floor, too). But the neighbor at the hotel was a crack dealer, so yeah. That happened.

My new roommates are pretty cool. Russell used to be in several famous bands including Molly Hatchett. He got his start through Garth Brooks and James Brown. Pretty neat.

My car got towed. I have to pay $85 to get it out. That kind of sucks. But oh well, c'est la vie.

I'm so fucking bored right now. I wish I had my own tv or my desktop computer so I could play a good game, but all I have is my shittie laptop with no Internet. I guess I need to get more creative. I'd play my guitar, but I don't want to annoy anyone, and it's too cold to play outside. This winter has been ridiculously bipolar. The past week has been phenomenal weather, but of course the weekend comes and it's cold as fuck outside.

Maybe these neurontin will kick in so I'll care less.