Can't believe I forgot about this and missed so many, i'll have to catch up:
I conceive the behemoth in some deep recess of my psyche and it looms over me as I lean into the cold stream bleeding from the sink.
“I met my new agent today,” I say slowly, in an attempt to break the silence. He looks up abstractedly, and I can almost feel his interest fragmenting like a thousand slivers of broken glass. I only get one, and the apathy stabs me like one of Cupid’s arrows.
You so are. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you washed your hair, you little tease…