<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Yodamatt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/yodamatt/</link><description>Recent content in Yodamatt on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/yodamatt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What Happens to the Trash in the Dumpster</title><link>/stories/2021/12/05/what-happens-to-the-trash-in-the-dumpster/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/05/what-happens-to-the-trash-in-the-dumpster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had just finished my freshman year away at college, and I was back at home for the summer. It was getting late in the afternoon. Sitting on the couch, I was bored and trying to find something to do. The TV was on &amp;ndash; it was currently on the ESPN channel – which was broadcasting a rerun of SportsCenter that had been playing earlier that morning. I thought about playing some of my old PlayStation games again, but I decided not to as I had already beaten most of them and none of them really seemed to intrigue me to start a new game on. I started flipping through the channels to see what else was on, but there wasn’t anything good on, so I turned off the TV. I got up from the couch and walked over to the window. It was a cloudy day outside, but there were some peeks of sun. The temperature outside was nice and felt good as it was around 70 degrees – not too warm and there was very little humidity. The forecast called for rain later in the day though, which made my mood darken a bit since there had been so much rain recently and I had been unable to play basketball with my friends outside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>