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The great thing about this is that I don't really know anyone who reads this. So it really is more like a journal as opposed to a bulletin board. Went to B&O for my birthday, which was gorgeous. Really interesting coffee drinks, burned my throat a little with the cointreau in it, but really good. Warmed me up. Lively conversation. Then on the way home the power steering went out and smoke, not steam, but smoke poured out of the hood. The Jeep-Baby is now being towed as I type. There were a lot of stars out last night. Unusual for this part of the world.
So I am finally listening to the little voice in my head and it is wonderful. I quit my job, and I went to Victoria with my mom, and leaving for San Francisco on Thursday to spend time with Anita, going for a long walk in Marymoore with Emily and Wil this afternoon. All these things that I could never have done if I was still rotting at the Bon. I have absolutely no job or clue where I am going, and for the first time it feels really good.
So I am finally listening to the little voice in my head and it is wonderful. I quit my job, and I went to Victoria with my mom, and leaving for San Francisco on Thursday to spend time with Anita, going for a long walk in Marymoore with Emily and Wil this afternoon. All these things that I could never have done if I was still rotting at the Bon. I have absolutely no job or clue where I am going, and for the first time it feels really good.