this is a newsletter about love, which means sometimes loving yourself, and sometimes loving yourself means you have to quit things.
so this week i quit my job.
well, a job. I don’t consider my writing to be “a job” because it’s more like air to me, so i can’t really quit that without dying.
anyway. i quit my restaurant job. i was working at a restauran…
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