I believe the correct term is anal

And before anyone out there gets too excited, I mean as in compulsive. Perv.

I am one of those compulsive types. I'll move a magazine on my desk, just so it runs parallel to the edge. I'll check my alarm clock three or four times before I go to sleep to make sure it's actually turned on. If I see a picture tilted on a wall, I HAVE to straighten it. I have to. It drives me crazy seeing it askew. I don't know why, but I'm just compelled to straighten it.

As an aside, a couple of years ago, I used to date a girl who got a kick out of this. And every time she stayed the night, the next morning, when she would be leaving (she had to go in to work before me, and I'm not a morning person, so I would invariably still be zonked out when she was leaving) she would deliberately tilt one of the pictures in my hallway. The first few times it happened, I didn't think anything of it, would just see the tilted picture and, of course, immediately straighten it. Then I realized it was happening every damn time she was over, and when I asked her if she was doing it, she burst out giggling. The little bitch.

Anyway, this morning, I think I may have reached a new depth.

I'm putting my shaver back on the shelf in the medicine cabinet and it knocks over one of those tiny bottles of shampoo stolen from a hotel (actually, they are there for the taking, so one of those tiny bottles of not stolen shampoo). I sort of saw it fall out of the corner of my eye just as the cabinet door was closing, but, as usual, I was running incredibly late, and, amazingly, did not stop to pick it up.

The problem is, now, I'm actually sitting here thinking about it - I've got to pick that bottle up. I should have done it before I left. Why did I leave it?

And I know the very first thing I'm going to do when I get home is go to the medicine cabinet and pick that damn tiny bottle up and put it right side up.

Oh yes, I have issues.