Saturday night I broke my month of sobriety, then bombed in front of a full house for an hour, came home at 10:30pm all sad and lonely, and bought a bunch of watches off Instagram. Three, to be precise. It didn't make me feel any better, but by the same token, it didn't make me feel any worse! And now I have three watches sailing across the seas to my door - they were supposed to be free, but as it happens, the postage was really quite expensive.