Venus was Direct again. In Capricorn. The same sign as her married-midnight-texting would-be lover. “Save me from myself” he’d said, before another interminable Death Of A Salesman style whinge monologue. She had scored the information she needed to move forward again. She wished she could put her psyche through the steam and rinse cycle of her fancy new dishwasher. Sighing, she put down her rose-tinted sunglasses (so out of fashion) and waited for the Love Zombie Antidote Potion to kick in. The Shaman had said she might experience surges of irritability as it began to work but that was nothing compared to what she was feeling. Nothing. She wondered: Did Love Zombies only ever experience synthetic emotions?