Yeah, so the mystery book that showed up at my door was from my sister and apparently we'd had a recent phone conversation about it. So, I've reached the overtaxed point where discussions with humans now blur with things I've read online in my memory. Maybe this is when middle aged people go to those week-long silent retreats and recharge.
For a spell, I wondered if I had bought the book for myself and had forgotten. I checked my Amazon account and email, but found no evidence. Did I drunk buy it? Probably not; I'm always conscientious about money, even when I'm sloshed.
I do love that The New York Times published a story about drunk online shopping today, Online Retailers Home In On a New Demographic: The Drunken Consumer. Not a cautionary tale, as gathered from the marketing angle in the headline.
But what I love even more are angry-sad commenters (most non-New Yorkers, as usual) disgusted with the immoral behavior.
"It’s so nice to know that so many people can AFFORD to be drunk so often as well as shop to their heart’s contents while in such a state."
I'm surprised Obama wasn't invoked. If you can't even afford a $2.99 bottle of Charles Shaw and a used $5 nine-cassette Billy Joel collection on eBay than you're doing life wrong.