Defective Comics

When I wasn't spoiling Star Wars for myself, I rooted around in my closet and found a stack of comics I haven't read, some of which were still in the blue plastic bag Mile High uses. My first instinct was that I needed to hurry and get those books into Mylar. When that trauma died down, I examined my find. Inside one bag was the latest issue of Detective Comics, the one I worried about just yesterday.

So which is worse? Feeling too overwhelmed with activities to take 10 minutes to find a comic shop, or not remembering you already found said comic shop and bought the book you were looking for?