On the eve of a powerful New Moon-Solar Eclipse tango, I have decided to give myself to the spirit world of the occult. I decided a few days ago that I would go see a psychic. A normal psychic. Not a tarot reader, not a palm reader.

Smart? No
An effective use of my time? No.

But really, how do you know if you don’t try it for yourself.

And I am here to happily report, I had no psychic episode. I just got ripped off.

I don’t know if it’s all the yoga I’ve been doing or if having so much free time is slowly deteriorating the synapses in my brain, but sometimes you have to give in to momentary bouts of insanity as a precautionary measure. I now realize I was getting to a crazy place. A dark place of lackadaisical lunacy; of with fire, earth, water and hot air. I mean wind. And chakras.

There may be such a thing as chakras, I still don’t really know what they are.

Anyway I’m back, I’ll still do yoga but I will not sit with crazy people while they tell me I was a happy baby.

I wonder if my bank will refund my money…

I think I hate this woman.