In a moment of utter boredom this morning, I was contemplating my navel lint. Every evening, after a day of wearing one shirt or another, I manage to accumulate a certain amount of lint in my navel. I know it comes from the shirt I’m wearing, as it is inevitibly the color of the current day’s shirt. The big question is why don’t all my shirts have a little hole wear my navel lies. Given that I almost always wear my shirts tucked in, you would guess that the same region of the shirt is always exposed to the incredible magnetic force that is my navel. My shirts, especially the older ones, should have navel holes. I suppose I should be glad that they don’t.