Sedaris For Lunch

I'm not at all sure I have the self-restraint to wait the several days until my copy of David Sedaris' newly released When You Are Engulfed In Flames arrives from Amazon. Lunch hour approaches, and the MIT Coop is two blocks away. Like the author himself, I lack the fortitude and general adultness to wait for something I've already purchased, and will probably instead part with a $20 bill in the name of child-like greed and instant gratification.

If this happens, the spare copy will be offered to beowabbit, though I don't think he's very familiar with Sedaris' body of work, and I'm unsure whether I can sell him on an author who has made a career out of exposing the hilarious side of being his own worst enemy. As for me, I eat up his every written word like sugar-coated cereal.