So I was waiting for my awesome friend Allison to call so I could avoid the gardening at my house by doing some gardening at her house, and the wait got a little long and somehow found myself starting one of the beds I've been meaning to make for, oh, a month. Two hours later I found I had managed this:
Huh. So... by waiting to procrastinate I got done a thing that I was procrastinating doing. It's like self-inflicted reverse psychology. Or something.
Surely there's an easier way.