agonizing decision

Tonight, as I was innocently contemplating sleep and my plans to accomplish many many useful things this weekend, I had a horrible thought.

"I think," I thought, "that I will go to the library tomorrow and get a good book to read this weekend!"

A novel, mind you.

I'm having a hard time deciding whether I actually will, because I know that if I do go to the library and find a good book (I have one in mind), the chances that I will get something useful done this weekend are practically nil.

But then usually when you read a good book it helps you to figure out something else you've been thinking about, which in the end is a good thing. Right? And, plus, you never know when something you read in the book will help you to explain something to somebody, or will be useful as an illustration in a speech or a lecture. Right? And you really should read lots of good books -- novels included -- if you plan to become a better writer. Right? ???

Oh, and if anyone else is in this same predicament, but mulling checking out The Children of Men, don't. Don't, don't, don't. That was the last novel I blew a weekend on. For nothing. And I'll never see that weekend again.

Sigh . . .