The Ultimate in Laziness

Matay, it was good talking to you today. Maybe I will buy a platter from Miss Lilly's catalog; that way I'll have a nice presentation the next time I hand you your ass again in golf!! Sorry, I had to get you back!

Anyway, from our conversation today, I realized how ridiculously lazy I can be when left unsupervised by my wife. What I did would never have gone down had she been around. But why let Matay hog all the knowledge of my laziness?

So here's the skinny on the sloth. I hate the desk that's in my room here. It's uncomfortable and makes me sleepy because, combined with the crappy chair that I have, they are ergonomically satanic. My blog posting has severely dropped off since I've been here because of it.

While on my mid-tour, I threw up a good number of posts in less than a month. Why? Wireless connection on the laptop. I sat on our couch in the ass-groove I worked so hard making, just as comfortable as could be. Productivity; Up.

Then I came back here. Productivity; Down. I had to finish the new blog, but man I hate that desk. I finally broke down and did the unthinkable. Pushed to my limits, I had to take action, or the new blog may have fallen to the wayside...

I bought a wireless router to move six feet from the desk to the recliner. Yes, pathetic. Hang on... I measured it; make that 5 feet, 1.5 inches from the edge of the desk to the edge of the recliner. Yes, even more pathetic.

But I'm not ashamed, no no, because, Productivity; Up again.
I'd take a picture of how close my desk and recliner are, but hell, I'm to damn lazy. I'm surprised I even got up to measure it.