No Mo Toe!

I had been toying with the idea of leaving my job for quite a while; I was toying, or Toe-ing, but not making a decision; not diving in.

On Tuesday, I broke out in hives at the thought of going to the olffice, and had terrible IBS. When coupled with a seemingly All Points Bulletin for my body to cease from getting dressed, I text the owner and quit.

No Mo Toe!

I did it!

I done in, and now God's responsible for getting me to MD Nov 1.

Hooray to me.

Ciao to NYC!