Abit of everything

Abit of dread. Abit of reluctance. Abit of everything. 

The thought of having to clear many many emails. 
The thought of having to finish many unwritten articles. 
The thought of being chased by people when the articles are coming out. 
The thought of facing some double faced people. 
The thought of always kena shoot. 

Every single thing adds up to my reluctance to work. I wake up feeling so tired and rest is never enough. 

Maybe is Monday Blue. Maybe I have zero emails! Maybe...