eating is my favourite procrastinating device.

judging by the six-month pregnancy bloat i endure every time i eat dairy, there is a good chance i am lactose intolerant. however, this is like saying that i get hives every time i wipe my arse. no rash will stop me from cleaning my rear, and no indigestion - no matter how ugly, sonorous or painful the experience - will keep me from delicious, lactose-laden terrorists.