No, I don't WANT a pancake I have been tagged (eek! I�m it!) by zen-grae to do a �Six Weird Things I Do�List: 1. I have a very specific way that I open my programs on my computer at work. Each must be opened in a specific order. If for some reason, one of the programs crashes, I must restart all the programs so that they�re in the task bar in the correct order. Along with that, each window on my desktop has to be certain size in order to achieve maximum efficiency. 2. I must multitask. I cannot do only one thing at once. I will do laundry while playing computer games, knit while watching television, watch movies while housecleaning. Actually, there is one activity wherein my full attention is taken up, but I�m not telling you what that is. 3. I regularly clean the windows of my car. For some reason, I can�t get the car wash places to do it properly, so I�m out there with the windex and rags. Dirty windows with the clean spots where the windshield wipers go make me cringe. 4. I usually park in the same spot when I go to the mall. I have different spots for each mall. If the area where I prefer to park is full, I get very gripey about how �someone blabbed my system�. The odd thing is, I generally don�t shop at the stores close to where I park. 5. I must be early for every appointment I have. I must be at work early enough so that when my shift starts, I am ready to start work with all of the programs properly in order on the task bar, not just sitting down. �On Time is Late.� 6. I must fill up my gas tank on my car right when I�m at a quarter of a tank. I have never run out of gas, and I have no intention of ever doing so. I start planning when I�m getting gas when I�m at half a tank. Wow. Does the term OCD come to the mind of anyone else? Yikes! I�m now supposed to tag people, but right now I�m trying to fight the OCD! Tag yerself. Or tag street signs: I don�t particularly feel lucky as a pedestrian, especially on the local university campus. Crazy kids with their bicycles and skateboards and Go-Peds�. Most of the time, I feel like this pedestrian: Will it ever stop? I suppose not. Ta!
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