An interesting profile of Patrick Fitzgerald, which includes several references to his hopeless disorganization. For example:

During his time in New York, Mr. Fitzgerald's hapless bachelor ways became legendary. For months he did not bother to have the gas connected to the stove in his Brooklyn apartment. Once, in a fit of domesticity, he baked two pans of lasagna, recalled Amy E. Millard, a New York colleague. Distracted by work, he left them uneaten in the oven for three months before he discovered them, Ms. Millard said. When he tried to adopt a cat, she remembered, he was turned down because of his work habits and only later acquired a pet when a friend in Florida had to give up her cat and had it flown to him to New York.

Several months without gas: amusing anecdote. Several months without noticing the old lasagna in the oven: bizarre (and perhaps indicative of some sort of olfactory disability). Wouldn't it have started to smell? I'm no microbiologist, but I'm pretty sure that after three months at room temperature, many food products start to spoil.