Laziness.
I had no internet last month, so I played Football Manager 2007. It has this editor thing. You can create super players, and all sorts. I gave Birmingham City an under-18 squad of super-heroes who would take over the universe, set up transfers of aging stars like Beckham and Van Nistleroy to fill the gaps while they blossomed, gave them better coaches than the best coaches in the world, and £150,000,000 in transfer funds for good measure. I then set upon dominating English and European football in ways never dreamed of. Over a total period of 200+ hours (it kindly tells you how much of your life it drains) I went on to win the Premier league 15 times in a row, picking up a million cups i along the way, before I got bored.
Then I went back to the editor, created a nobody team called St Mawes (a tiny village in Cornwall), put them in the Blue Square South league, gave them a team of god-coaches and crap kids who would develop into Peles, and took them over. I got them promoted two years running, drawing one game and winning the rest, won the shit non-league cup twice, the FA Cup twice, and the UEFA cup, beating Real Madrid 3-0 in the final.
Then I got the internet back.
During this period, all I have done is basically sit at my computer demanding tea from my housemate. Whenever he would pick up his coat, I'm onto him like a vulture, asking if he's going to Tesco, and if so, can he get me stuff. I would go to bed at 8.00am and get up at 4.30pm. I had maybe four baths during this time. There's mould in a bowl in the kitchen, and empty beer bottles from last month.

I think I know a thing or two about laziness.
(tugger blah fucking blah, Sun 16 Nov 2008, 4:55, Reply)