Eh, nothing really to make of it. To me it's just that familiar, all powerful need to do something. To make something a certain way so I don't think or wonder about it. It's the same feeling that requires me to turn the doorknob on the house a certain way to demonstrate that yup, I locked it. It's the same urge I get to go into my sent mail folder to be sure an email went out to the person I intended it to (even if it was sent by hitting reply).

I'm just goofy and neurotic.

Cyran0