Day 17

Today dragged on and I'm super tired. It was pretty normal day. I got a card and a letter from Lindsay which cheered me up. I miss her so much I can't wait to see her and hangout. I cannot drink when I get out of here at all. The reason I mention this is because apparently the entire Florida crew has relapsed and I'm kind of scared. I need to take this seriously and stay sober. I want all my dreams to come true and they won't if I'm drinking. It's officially time to grow up the fuck up. I need to move on and get my life started. Week 3 is winding down and I'm homesick. Oh and someone may have died in my room (#7). The new gay guy Keenan (surprisingly not black) is creeping on me. He has 2 kids...good night.