Serious. I think the name of it is Turning Point? In Cedar Grove? My family insists I go. I told them that if they do indeed insist, at least send me to Promises in Malibu. They said no. Fuckers. So I guess I'm making like Ben Affleck and heading into rehab. I'm so bored of drinking. The novelty has worn off. I hate waking up feeling like shit everyday. It's over. On a lighter note, my collar will be popped during my stay. OMG, I swear, if one of those counselors or nurses even implies that my collar should be down, I swear to Allah that I'll fucking bust a cap up in that piece.