You want to hear some YA novel protagonist romance level shit? My long term boyfriend and I have matching facial scars, right on our cheekbones with perfect action movie hero placement- both given to us when we were very little, years before we even met, by our siblings. Straight up ridiculous “Destiny subplot” level shit.

Co-worker: Is the framing manager in?
Me: The framing manager cannot be “in”, for she does not exist on this plane, but on a higher dimension accessable only through the void. She is the one, the Omni, the all seeing eye endless and indestructible
Me: She’s in the office.

I woke up this morning to the impossibly loud ticking of a clock, despite the fact that we have no analog clocks in the house- three strikes and then silence. It hung, ominous, on the air as if held there by some cloaked and hooded metaphor. As if someone knew my time was running out.

Anyway it was the construction guys outside making noise