Feeling of Dread

It's noon on the day before classes resume. I've known for two weeks now what I've supposed to have accomplished by tomorrow, and I've done none of it. Now, with one day to go before going back to the schedule that begins with 6am wake up. I don't feel like grading or cleaning. Or paying bills or mailing anything. Or practicing guitar. Or getting gas.

I don't want to do any of it. Shoot, I only mananged to put on pants just a few minutes ago.

Too much to do. Feeling of dread.