I can wrap my arms around my head, put my legs round my neck, talk myself out of trouble (and into it) and I can make anybody within 10 trillion zillion squillion lightyears believe I'm utterly and completely sane, just by sticking my right foot in green jelly and yelling 'wibwibwibwibwibwibwibwibwibwibwibwib'. Honest. Also, my shoulder blades stick out more than anybody's I know. I'm convinced I'm growing wings. So long as I have a tail to match, I'll be quite content.