Each weekend begins with a sense of promise -- a stack of books I'm determined to make my way through, taking advantage of the two and half days of seemingly no responsibility. (But really, who ever has a weekend with nothing to do? It takes maximum effort to take a weekend off since it's time you can be using to finish up things that couldn't be done during the work week.) And then by the time Sunday night rolls around, I'm struck with the overwhelming disappointment that I, in fact, got nothing at all accomplished.
I would tell you how I spent my weekend (embarrassingly, countless hours playing Naughty Bear), but one of the massive ways that I waste time on these particular weekends is by trying to decide what book to read next. I know! I get so stuck on making a decision, that I can't make a decision! By the time I settle on a read, I've wasted precious weekend time off that I can't get back. Argh! It's the same indecision that causes me to pack more books than I can carry on any trip I take, swapping books in my carry on as I'm walking out the door for the airport.
I guess it's just one of the many curses of being a book junkie. So many books, so little time : )