Today, I thought about the importance of proper sock drawer organization. It's not just about the clothes, but about the existential implications of lost socks. Where do they go? Do they exist in some kind of sock limbo, forever separated from their matching partner?
Read More About Sock TheoryLater, I pondered the meaning of life, and how it's really just a series of poorly planned meals. We're all just wandering through the world, searching for the perfect burrito.
Explore the Burrito ParadoxI also thought about the futility of trying to fold a fitted sheet. Is it just a pointless exercise in futility, or is there some hidden purpose to it?
The Folding Enigma