They could sing the "do you love me?" song from Fiddler?

So, uh, I quit my job yesterday -- a first for me! And on the one hand it kind of sucks, because ... I still need money pretty desperately, basically, and now I have to search for something else. But it's also for the best, because a place that makes me throw up from anxiety in the morning or burst into tears after work is not a good place to be.

(I didn't burst into tears because of the job. Not just because, anyway. It was a whole combination of the meaningless hateful job PLUS living in the middle of nowhere where you can't do anything without a car PLUS all my friends being really far away PLUS having the next six months of my life being a giant void, etc etc etc.)

Here are my plans for today: read sf novels, practice my Latin, hang out with my siblings. Boring stuff, mostly.

MEANWHILE OH MAN YOU GUYS. I suddenly really really really need to read some Fraser/Kowalski fic with arranged marriage premises. I don't have any idea what might inspire a need for an arranged marriage or marriage of convenience? But you guys are smart! I know it! Also, now that I have mentioned it, don't you all crave it too? I thought so!