I was hanging out at a classmate's apartment the other day studying my Copyright outline on my laptop. He was supposed to be working on a paper, but I noticed he was continuously wandering around his place, tidying things up.
"Constructive procrastination?" I asked. He looked nonplussed. "Cleaning up your place to avoid writing the paper," I clarified. He nodded.
The one glaring mess in his place consisted of an almost impenetrable mountain of dirty dishes in his sink.
"What about those dishes?" I asked helpfully. He looked at the mountain and shuddered.
A little while later he was back behind his laptop, typing away.
"Writing my paper to avoid doing the dishes," he admitted.