Today,

I woke up with diarrhea.
I had to arrange interviews at office.
I attended a 2 hour training on InCopy and the whole new computer system my office will soon use.
Someone told me he wants to date some girl, whom I think will not be beneficial for him.
My hairstyle became a subject of conversation over tea with a colleague, discussing if Rm380 of 6-7hour perming is worth it (I've not done it yet).
I had to translate some press release from the Education Ministry, praising themselves.
I had my passport photo taken.
Over dinner, I argued with my siblings about the cause of our collective diarrhea, through analytical deductions of who-ate-what-who-did-not-have-diarrhea, until I finally said, "But we have diarrhea anyway, it's done and over with, WHO CARES??"
My friend called asking me to recommend a hot tall chick to act on some television series, as "the girl next door".

I'm sitting here wondering if I'm not a hot chick and why I'm not tall.
I hope I have made peace with my stomach or large intestines or whatever that crap comes from.