I love my cold, black heart

At the day job this week, I was reviewing editorial corrections with a colleague.

He looked at me and said: “Jackie, you’re sucking out my soul.”

“That’s because I don’t have one,” I replied with a smile. “It’s why I am editor.”

He sighed, glanced back at the project, and we soldiered on. 
I feel this picture is an appropriate representation of my editor’s persona. Very gothic. *maniacal laughter*