|"God, I'm hungry."|
So, here I sit, in the break room on my first day at treatment. It's not for the eating, it is like a refresher course for why I should no longer smack myself with drugs and alcohol. I've already done treatment for that, but since it obviously didn't take, I thought I'd do this one while I wait to hear about the other.
Christ, but it has been boring so far. It is all I can do not to scream in frustration and demand that things get a little more interesting, a little more challenging. We spent the entire morning going over the Rules for Respect, again and again and AGAIN. It was like a fucking kindergarten class, everyone asked to contribute something that was right on the sheet in front of us. Then we played a name game, where you have to come up with a food that starts with the same letter as your name. And then we all lay down on the floor and had a fucking nap.
Just kidding about that last one. But it wouldn't have surprised me.