You know how it goes. Very late at night. Book in hand. You know you should go to bed, but you want to find out what happens next. You promise yourself you'll read to the end of the chapter, and then quit and go to bed. The end of the chapter comes and goes. And another. And another. Before you know it, you can barely hold your eyes open. But still, just one more chapter. Just one more!

Page 97, and we're still in heavy exposition territory, with no end in sight! So then go to type a rambling, in hopes of distracting yourself long enough to fall asleep. For crying out loud, there's work in the morning! Bah.

I'll just read one more chapter, and that's it. Truly.