Nothing Happens

I'm supposed to be writing up a bunch a papers for grad school and lesson plans for this week. It's not happening; I'm avoiding it like the plague. This happens to me once in a while--perhaps twice or three times in a while--where I just get out of work mode, and for the life of me I can't get back in. I feel this weight on my chest and you'd think it would cause me to do what I ought, but no. I just go along, putzing around as if tomorrow will never come. But when it does come, it brings hell along with it. Is it bad to know precisely what is going to happen and yet let it happen anyway? This is my world.