The five stages of grief by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, as experienced by me (upon finding out about the launch of kindle 3, after a mere three weeks with my beloved new kindle 2):
"wtf this can't be happening"
"I would've read about this when I did my research on the kindle!"
"EVERYONE SAID CHRISTMAS"
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"Now I feel so dumb. I would've found out about this if I'd thought to look for it, or if I'd waited until I came back to Perth first I might've..."
"It's okay, I still love my kindle 2."
"I was already prepared for this. It just came...a lot sooner than expected"
"Nothing special about kindle 3 anyway, other than minor improvements."
I have thus come to terms with the mortality of my retail (therapy) high.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Honestly, Sara brings out the shopaholic in me. I swore I wouldn't shop while I was in Sydney (except for boots. boots and nothing else) and despite having no problems refraining in Perth, I shopped. For more than just boots.
Aaand I bought a kindle. Online. It isn't even on retail here so I have no real excuse, except that being in proximity with Sara apparently short-circuits my frugal switch. Also, I was so gung-ho about my new purchase that I'm having it shipped right here, to Sydney. Yes, I don't have it yet. Yes, I am banking on Amazon's potentially-unreliable delivery date estimates. Yes, I am leaving in two weeks. Yes, I am aware that if it arrives after I leave I will have to rely on Sara to send it to me and that it probably won't come to me unopened. On the bright side, Sara will pay for postage since she's the one who convinced me not to wait anyway.
...I don't know why I listen to her.
STILL. KINDLE. I'M GETTING IT :D In other news, Sydney is awesome. Food is awesome. I've been having lots of that. Busting my budget on it, actually : / and I'm only halfway through my vacation. George is currently here, though he's itching to leave in a day or so. Methinks the boy has had his annual dose of us. Too much oestrogen, perhaps?
Been doing some...other stuff too, but I'll save that for more intimate environments ;)