For a moment his impulses were deadlocked; he did not know if he should pick up his cap and then find the paper, or find the paper and then pick up his cap. He decided to pick up his cap.
I know this feeling and i hate it; wish i could just make a decision and deal with the outcome. no, i must wade and sludge through this moment and make it last. Then feel dumb for how simple the task was. Anyway...
