I have lots of work to do, but it’s raining and cold and I don’t wanna. Therefore, I’m here, and also writing thank-you holiday notes, randomly tidying small areas of the house, and defrosting lentils for my lovely wife’s lunch.
And you?
Hurt my back. Sleeping! Argh! Sucks so much. Also grey, cold and rainy here. Have my robe on over my clothes, cause I was chill. Dinner is coming out of the freezer for sure.
I have a LOT of nothing left to do today.
I’ll get to it in a little while, I swear!
me too.
I’m busy, I’ll procrastinate later.
Fiddling with my Death Pool list. But I worked diligently all morning! For the most part. 
I’m doing some actual work today (don’t tell!), but in addition to surfing the Dope I’ve been pissing away time on music-related stuff, watching my dog on the local Dogtopia webcam, and getting myself snacks (just now: an instant pancake cup and two Ghiradelli peppermint bark squares).
I’ll stop procrastinating in a couple of hours, when it will be time to pick the dog up, hit the McDonald’s drive-through, then settle on the couch for a few episodes of Shameless (which I just started watching).
I have been wanting to update my Death Pool list all day, but only managed to read the other participants ideas. Some are quite good. Perhaps I will update it tomorrow, there is still time. Perhaps I will just let it stand as it is. Might still get some points…
Now I wonder if I should get up, walk to the fridge and get a beer. Or later.
I wouldn’t call that procrastinating as such, more a change of priorities 
How? Mightily!
By reading science fiction and preparing Salisbury Steak instead of updating my LinkedIn account.
Wait—were we supposed to be procrastinating today?
I’ll get to it tomorrow.
I’m frittering away my time on this computer.
Keep in mind, you’re not really procrastinating if you never intended to do the job at all.
One woman’s change of priorities is another woman’s failure to do important things with a hard deadline.
Hate-reading a book. Seriously, it’s awful. I only have myself to blame. It was bad from the beginning. I think reading further has just become my way of punishing myself for reading further, in a recursive loop of misery.
It’s wet outside. I’m working periodically and trying to do some cleaning. It would go quicker if I checked in here less often.
Crap weather here, too.
I’m procrastinating practicing French, probably because after 6 months of continuous study, I suck at it. So I’m procrastinating by watching The Godfather, a film I’ve managed to procrastinate viewing until now.
I did work this morning because I had to.
I plan to procrastinate exquisitely for the whole long weekend, starting tomorrow night.
Crap weather here too.
But I’m procrastinating about all the things I have to do indoors.
Play the conjunctivitis card.
I’m procrastinating the same way I do much of every day. I hang out here on the 'Dope.
I will let you know later.