In a testament to my ultimate laziness, I have had clean and dry laundry sitting in my dryer for over 8 days now. Just sittin' there, all dry, with only a minute's work between their purgatorial fate and the clothing-fulfillment that is a closet and dresser. I just can't muster the willpower to take care of it. I'm pretty sure that at this point it's a race to see who will get rescued first: my laundry or the Chilean miners.
I found one of my first comments I ever posted. It was in regards to a Men's Journal article detailing the levels of sports egos. I noticed it because today, 6 months after I posted it, the author commented that I was spot on. Comment was as follows:
Well wroted, Matt. Did anyone else wonder what they would do if they were super-talented, super-famous, super-rich athletes? I mean, "veritable mountain of stripper flesh" sounds a lot more interesting than "committed husband and father of two strapping lads not named after himself." I'd like to think that I wouldn't eat hot-dog buns full of cocaine and put a 5% spike in world condom sales, but who knows?
Caleb "i'm going home." Shreves