in which we live up to our origins

I ordered a Kindle.
Didn't really need one, didn't really want one as it's nice but too much of a niche device for my liking, but e-books are loads cheaper and a lot easier to haul around than all the various novels I'll be covering in the lit class I'm taking this semester. And it'll pay for itself from all the moolah i'll be saving by not buying printed versions. The numbers, I crunched them.

So.

I ordered one.
And so did everyone else, because apparently the Kindle 3 is so much better than the previous versions.
Which I did not know when I clicked "order."

So they're backordered.
Out of stock.
You know, the "for the next several weeks" kind of out-of-stock.
And now, somehow, I am unfeasibly impatient for something I wasn't crazy about in the first place.
But now that I'm getting one, I want it.

Like, yesterday.

I WANT WHAT I WANT AND I WANT IT NOW. I AM AN AMERICAN, DAMMIT. INSTANT GRATIFICATION IS THE ONLY GRATIFICATION THERE IS.  

ANYTHING ELSE IS FOR POOR PEOPLE IN THAT THIRD COUNTRY, WHEREVER IT IS... I WOULDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW BECAUSE WE HAVE NO MAPS AND NO ONE'S TWEETED ABOUT IT IN THE PAST 30 SECONDS SO IT DOESN'T EXIST TO ME ANYWAY.

Hmmph.



Yeah.
So.
I'm a tetch impatient today.
Can you tell?
I bet you couldn't!


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