#pimo soon to be pomo

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Okay task completed. I also bought a new “work bag” which will totally be used for work and not smuggling my stuff out of the house bit-by-bit.

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[”She is Leaving Home” by The Beatles intensifies]

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all I need is for my mom to use the bathroom so I can get the bag to the garage so I’m using the bathroom now to put the idea in her mind

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I’ve determined a few practical things for my cult escape, in order of chronological priority:

1.) I need an apartment

2.) I need a summer job

3.) I need a car

These have been painfully clear from the start of last year. But what comes after? I surely won’t want to stay in this area forever. If I’m going to leave, I need to do something worthwhile.

I guess I’ve been so single-minded that I haven’t even thought of how I want to Iive my life.

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So I’m allowed to drive alone to the meeting, right? I’m debating whether I should play hooky, drive to a local park (not like a playground; like softcore woods), and just hang out on a rock with my book and a flashlight. Read for an hour and thirty minutes, and come back.