Dear Diary - Oh how I wish I could dig a tunnel and escape from this BORING rehab clinic.
I tried but I'm afraid that using a yellow #2 pencil isn't going to get it done.
I even tried using my electronic ankle monitoring device but it did not work worth a damn and now I have some ugly scratches on my ankles, knees, and on one of my tits, the left one...I think.
Oh well. I guess I should be thankful that I am not in prison with the big lesbian mamas who would turn a sweet, innocent, little lady like me into their cell block bitch ho.