I'm a slave to my whims. I'll admit that, not as a first step toward recovery, but with pride. I really enjoy treating myself to whatever catches my eye. I think it probably stems from an early vocational life when it was often a question of eating or paying rent.

No matter, I ordered an Amazon Kindle. This is a little more expensive of a notion, so I didn't allow myself to put in an order the moment it was announced. I'm a slave with limits. Anything over $100 has to be thought about for a while to make sure it's not just  "shiny object" syndrome. If, after a period of time, I still get that excited feeling when I see a picture, or continue to scan blogs and product reviews, I buy.

To that end, I also have a Nokia n800, a Nintendo DS, and a Sony PSP. I enjoy them all.

My time-limiting works. It's why I do not have an iPhone, an iTouch, or a Segue.

So, since clicking the Confirm Order button on Amazon, I have checked my e-mail regularly, several times a day, awaiting that message that my Kindle is shipping.

I'm still waiting.

I'm not getting discouraged. The site and consumer blogs make it clear that I can expect a wait of a month or more. But I want it.

I want it now!

I want to carry several books at the same time in one neat little package.

I want to experience E Ink.

I want to stop cluttering my over-stuffed shelves since I have an inability to get rid of a book once I've read it, no matter how little I might have enjoyed it.

I don't do much with this blog (check the date of the last post for evidence). But I am bursting with anticipation. If I can't hold my new Kindle, I can at least wax on about it.