Unfishished Sympathy

These psychic sympathy pains of mine are getting ridiculous. My tooth is throbbing and I'm sure there is nothing wrong, that it is simply channeling all the pain Mr Bojangles has been feeling lately with his Wisdom teeth.

I wonder if it really is possible to be that in tune with others, that your body can suck away their suffering and carry it for them?

I mentioned it to the others at work and instead of laughing at me, Mr Bo and Liz totally went with it and they both believe it's possible. So now I think I must be some sort of psychic vessal, my role in life to help shoulder other people's pain.

Or of course it could just be that I am getting sick myself...

Nah!

And for the record, if it doesn't get any cooler here soon my dream of ankle length hair will be over - as I will have hacked it all off with a blunt spoon into a rough Mia Farrow crop.

Last night I had an argument with my barnet while I was trying to sleep in which it tried to strangle me. It was like the bit in 20000 Leagues Under the Sea when the giant Octopus attacks the ship.

I can't stand this heat - take me to the North Pole and drop me at Nanook's.