Now that my head's not so scrambled, I can actually coherently think straight now so I can list some more stuff. I have a miscellaneous collection of things, scattered all about the house that when I pick up, I start playing with in my hands. Rotate them, feel grooves on them, feel the smoothness, pinch my fingers on sharp corners, and occasionally chew on. My knees crack. Like knuckles, except whenever I bend them in any way they crack. And they've been doing that since as long as I can remember. On regular occasions I suddenly take short sentences or words and rearrange them in my head for no reason. I am primarily right handed, but I find if I do particularily bad at something with my right, my left is hardwired to do it successfully. As such, I have some specific circumstances where I need to use my left hand. I have three gashes on my shoulder that are scars, and I don't have a clue where they came from. You'd think I'd remember what it was that did so because they're kind of long. When I was a kid and I discovered that you could make bubbles with your spit, that was what I did all the time when I was alone. I usually only ever wear one type of sweater. I have several others, but I always wear just that one. It seems I pull different ones out for different occasions however and stick to that type.