Instead of not getting anything done, it is often better to compromise. My wife only lets me have connubial pleasure once month. I said why once each week. She said that was not possible. So, trying to compromise, I asked her, "How about twice a month?" And she shook her head. She said, "How about none a month and I don't kill you?" See, by talking I found out all the hatred that she had been building up inside. And, now, at least I get to live... well, in a tent in San Francisco, but still...
