Just so that you guys get a good laugh out of this.
I used to love pizza. Actually, I still enjoy it. I would have pizza every two or three days at the most. Of course, it was *a little too much* for someone who tends to gain on weight easily.
Fast-forward to now. I live in a studio apartment, and I can't have a real, large-size oven in my kitchenette. In order to have pizza, I therefore had to buy a small oven, about the size of a microwave oven, and place it on a low cupboard. And since I don't have much room, I tend to pile up a lot of things on top of the oven, among which my basket of fruits and my electric rice cooker.
Guess where I'm going?
I never cook pizza anymore because using the oven would mean having to get the rice cooker, the basket and all the rest down to put them on the bed. And I'm just too lazy to do that.
Morals of the story: sometimes, laziness can be a real asset.