The sense that school is looming over you is a hard one to ditch. Take for instance, the fact that not one bit of the homework I was complaining about on Friday has been started yet. This could be because I had some sort of emergency that needed my focused attention. Perhaps I had made previous plans to go away for the weekend, and didn't get home until just now. But no, it's very simply because I've put it all off.
So instead of getting on top of my game and taking care of the real work before going out to play, I managed to have fun, all the while the threat of a Sunday at home with a few dry reads cast over me like a thunderstorm ready to ignite my dry timber into a raging inferno of death.
I'm getting read for my creative writing homework . . .