I procrastinate a lot.
At work, sick.
Begin: an empty glass bottle, or mostly empty, formerly full of aprkling mineral water, lemon flavored. We have a lot of it at work, and I drink it. It's healthier to drink than the other stuff we have at work, besides the water from the watercooler -- and I can't stand to drink plain water. It just doesn't happen unless I'm close to passing out from dehydration. I try to get by on other liquids.
Two simple tasks codewise to do, 12 hours to do them, and I really don't want to. Will they get done? Maybe. I have a million and one other projects to work on, and each and every last one of them is more interesting than what we're doing at work at the moment. Even the project that's organizing all my other project. Silly, neh?
Footmarks on the wall. Bootmarks and toeprints and everything inbetween. I work in the closet. It's a large walk-in closet and it has a door with a lock. I'm the only person in my company with an "office". The rest don't even get cubicles -- ooh, ahh, open-air-office, distractions abound, people can always see what you're doing, bother you on the slightest whim. I'm all the way past the kitchen, through the office room, and then ... my door. Unfortunately, it is a closet. Poor ventilation, and people hang their coats in here. But at least it's a bit off the beaten track.