The Workshot in KL

This is going to be a long day, I'm telling you. It started during the night because I couldn't sleep properly. The air-conditioner in my room was broken; I could not adjust the temperature and it was (amazingly) freezing cold. So I had to turn it off. Then, of course, the room became too hot during the night. I woke partly because I was sweating, partly because of nightmares.

The nightmares were my fault. For dinner, which I said I wasn't going to have, I had a Rotti Prata at the next door eatery. It wasn't bad but from the first bite I took I could tell it wasn't well cooked. You know what happens when you eat bread, cakes or whatever food prepared with flour and it is not properly cooked, right? It becomes a stone in your stomach and takes ages to digest. That's exactly what happened. I woke up with the feeling I had eaten an anvil. A spoiled one, in fact.

I had two choices: 1) insert a finger in my throat and try to throw up or 2) stand the discomfort. I chose option two; rolled to my tummy and tried to sleep despite the pain. Eventually I fell asleep again to wake up this morning 20 minutes before the alarm clock was off.

I checked my emails (one sweet message from Jana, the Latvian girl), checked my phone for SMSs (two from Jana again. So cute!) and after the "3S" routine (sh*t, shower and shave) I was ready and good to go.

Joe, the Sales Director, asked if I could have everything ready before the audience arrived, at 8 o'clock. So I got downstairs to the ballroom, where event was supposed to take place at 7:30. Just as I expected, the hotel employees were still preparing the place. I just sat there, trying not to be bored to death...