Would it be monstrously self-indulgent of me?

If I went to Las Vegas for a holiday? You know, as opposed to visiting the various friends in the Americas who are reading this and might reasonably expect me to drop by if I find myself on the other side of the Atlantic? But it's a couple of years since I last went there, and it's still my favourite holiday destination, and the solitude would definitely help me work on my book and things (this last sentence is what we in the trade call a terminal case of self-delusion). Flights aren't too expensive at the moment, and it's practically two dollars to the pound these days, so I'd be able to throw even more money around than I usually do when I've got foreign cash on me and can't be bothered to work out exactly how much I'm spending.

I thought of promising it to myself as a reward if I meet my self-imposed targets writing the book, but I know from past experience that I'd just fail to meet the targets, take the reward anyway and feel terribly guilty about the whole business, losing productivity, money and morale all in one fell swoop. So maybe I'll just do it anyway and not care about anything or anyone else. Is it me, or do I sometimes come across as a really terrible person in this blog thing?