Picspam, and may I please whinge a bit?

Whinging first, though, or you might just look at the piccies and skip my whininess ;-)
Had lunch yesterday with new French colleague, whom I like -- rather the quiet type, clever, experienced. Bit younger than me, I'd say just over 40.
Ate grilled squid -- we were at the place where I really like that dish -- and was a bit put off by the unusually strong taste. Not gone-bad strong, mind you, but, well, strong. I only ate half the portion, but the damned creatures kept poking my stomach and talking to me. Of course I played tennis in spite of that (2 hrs with Gerald and Elena), and when I came home I still felt a bit off. Not hungry even at 8 p.m. which, after a very light lunch of salad and grilled squid followed by 2 hrs tennis, is rather unusual.

So I tried the patented PW37 cure, which fortunately worked: rakia till the stomach was feeling less queasy, then 2 cups of strong instant broth, then a few slices of white bread.
Given the rakia on an empty stomach after sports, I did of course fall asleep around 9 on the couch, slept like a stone till 1.15 and dragged self to bed.
Woke at 4. Not the critters' fault -- all three of them sleeping in the bed with me, the furry little darlings. 
Stomach still not quite ok, because the thought of coffee doesn't make me yearn and salivate as it usually does. So it's black tea. And I'm *tired*!!!

OK, nuff whinging.
Now picspam -- dinner with Pinar and Elena on 17 August, two days before Pinar left for Berlin -- of first Pinar and me, and then the three of us, taken by an obliging waiter:

A silly "More than you ever wanted to know about me" post, because, see icon

Need to keep myself entertained somehow, but will definitely be leaving work early today. Nothing to do, and I need to lie down. Still not feeling hungry, still no coffee, and that qualifies as "not quite sick but strange, so get yourself home and lie down".

In the meantime, here's more than you ever wanted to know about some personal quirks.

1) I could spend hours scrubbing my tongue with a toothbrush. Practically makes me feel orgasmic.

2) I have, successfully for the second time in my life, made a wart disappear by telling it to piss of. Yes, it works. I suppose concentrating on it and telling it to go is sufficient, but I like to illustrate it with mental images of the wart being cut out and thrown into a dustbin. (That you can do this with warts is more or less common knowledge BTW, but as far as I know it still baffles scientists)

3) Speaking of mental images: my totally failsafe method of remembering things is this: if, for example, I need to remember to take a towel to tennis, I conjure the mental image of myself packing my sports bag and insert the image of me going to the bathroom to pick up the towel. It totally works every single time.

What quirks do you people have?