It’s Saturday. You read the New York Times Sunday Book Reviews while drinking your coffee. You always do that first on Saturday.
For the rest of the day, you’d like to write an ode to a friend and confidant. Also, you want to read the history of great cities, some economics, and a few analytic philosophy papers about the mind.
You crave macaroni smothered in Velveeta cheese. Yes, that’ll be good to eat while watching the football game this afternoon. Your mind will swim in the toxic chemicals you’ve ingested while watching the football game. Playing poker tonight will be the cure.
You are so lazy and stupid. It’s Saturday and you don’t mind. Any pleasure you pick will come wrapped in guilt, yet guilt easily torn, crumpled, and cast aside.