Okay, new rule:

No springing your freaky brain-powers on the new kid. Really.

Short version is that Dani and me had a weird power-interaction moment last night that certainly did not send me running into the night screaming like a sissy girl. Dr. MacTaggert called it a feedback loop. I call it a magnificent sodding migraine. Fine now, but I'd rather not repeat the experience any time soon. (You'd think there'd have to be at least one aspect of my powers that didn't flip me to Medlab, wouldn't you? Still waiting on that.)

On the plus side, the evening wasn't a total loss -- think I finally got the automatic biting thing under control, which means that a handshake from me will no longer require medical treatment. Ha. So much for the so-called Evil Hand Issues. They're Mildly Irritable Hand Issues at best.