So I feel like a wuss after going to the doctor about a simple, albeit annoying, cold.

Hey, at least I know it's not of the swinal variety.

The lozanges she gave me were weird though. I didn't know they were meant to numb your tongue.

I sounded like Jamie Oliver on crack for a good 15 minutes.

And now, I'm sitting on the comfy chair watching Oprah. About to switch to the Asian Food Channel. Yummy yummy yummy.

Now there's a weird montage of people singing Etta James ballad, At Last.

My dad just discovered Shakira. She pretty.

My parents are watching some ethnographic movie. 10,000 BC or something of that sort.

Personally, I dislike ethnographic films because I think they're racist.

Well, in this case, 10,000 BC is clearly an American film.

As such, it's an American take on a "dead" society.

Which is rather stereotypical and patronising.

But meh, it's a Hollywood action film. Not Nanook Of The North or anything.

So what the hell.