Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Just put in two-weeks notice at my job.


Gonna work at the University of Illinois library.
In two weeks, no more working until 2am on a Saturday night, or coming in at 6am on a Sunday or Monday.
I can *plan* things that I want to do again….more than 5 days in advance.
And I’ll have about a week off between jobs to focus on wedding finalities.

I will use my job at the library to get my foot in the door at the Masters program for Library and Information Sciences, which the U of I has the best in the nation of.

And then I will keep writing.
And I will graduate, and become a librarian and writer and I will be so happy, and Sara G. will be happy, because whenever I’m happy I do my damnedest to make her even happier.

I’m stupid in love and I’m getting a new job and I’m getting married and I haven’t written any fiction for you in weeks.
Fucking whoops.

benjamin sTone
Soon to be Mrs.

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