Me, six months ago: OK, that's it! No more library sales for me this year. The TBR shelves are almost completely full, plus, no matter how ridiculously cheap the books are, I really shouldn't spend the extra money. Not until I'm caught up, at least a little.
Me, three months ago: Well, maybe I can go to the local ones. But I'll strictly limit myself to stuff that's already on my wishlist.
Me, a week ago: I'm definitely not going to the one next weekend, since I have to work that night, and I should be asleep for most of the time that it's happening.
Me, yesterday: Then again, maybe I'll just duck in for the last hour or so and have a quick look through whatever's left.
Me, today: wakes up at 8:30 AM, goes to sale, and buys thirteen books, none of which are on the wishlist
Honestly, I don't know why I expected anything different. You'd think I'd know myself well enough by now.