I have an interview at the new-age shop tomorrow. Lily has been mocking me upon discovery of this and the fact that I must try to summon my inner eye and connect with my higher self. Despite her wearing a bandana and constantly pretending someone called ‘mother earth’ is on the phone for me, I’ve still managed to reach deep, semi-conscious levels of meditation that feel much like sleep.
Indecent thoughts of the local law enforcer are possibly interfering with my summoning of the gift. Having not spotted his perfectly toned bod ALL weekend, has had the effect of propelling him to sex-god status, causing my inner eye to become extremely distracted. To combat this, I have decided to only drink herbal tea until the interview, thus cleansing my impure mind.
Speaking of impurity, Eric is safe and well clear of any cliffs. He only wanted to change arrangements for Lily this weekend.
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