I have no life, which is still pretty cool.

Weird. People are actually reading my blog. And commenting and stuff. I mean, I know I've been handing it out like I was campaigning for prom queen, but I didn't expect an actual audience. The pressure's on, I guess. I gotta be regular and interesting and all.

That's no problem at the moment, fortunately. Aside from work, I have very little to do. I don't have my Immigration Card yet, which I need to set up my Internet access and my cable. So I can watch one fuzzy channel in Korean, or doot around on my laptop, offline. And even that's been denied me, since my plug adapter went tits up a couple days ago.

Yeah, I bought this swanky, $30 plug adapter the day before I left. It's got, like, six different plugs for sockets in every foreign country you might visit EXCEPT Korea. Well, sort of. It has a European plug, which is exactly like a Korean plug, only the prongs are, like, two millimeters skinnier, which apparently means it fits the outlet okay and trucks along fine -- until a week goes by and it, I don't know, gets all awkward and shy and quits working. So I went to Mega Mart (which is like Korean WalMart -- I suspect it may even be WalMart), which has every damn thing you could want, like plug adapters that are also the wrong size. And none of my teacher friends here are any help, because they all bought computers here. (Joke's on them, though, if they ever leave the country and suddenly discover the world's outlets ain't interested in Korean plugs.) But I've been doing a little research, and I think I've found some electronics alley in Nampo-dong that carries transformers (no, you dork), which I think will work. In the meantime, much of my four-hour lunch break is spent here at the hagweon, checking email and updating the blog.

Furthermore, I'm also wicked broke, despite the shot in the arm Dad gave me. After the initial necessities-of-life outlays, I've got about $150 to last me until 10 August, and, while Korea is pretty cheap compared to the U.S., $150 doesn't make me king. Naturally, the solution to this is to go out drinking after work tonight, preferably at the pricy American joints around Busan National University. Yeah, fine, look. It's just for tonight. It's the first drinks-with-the-teachers night of the month, plus there'll be other Americans and stuff at the bar -- let's call it networking, a career move. After this it's gimbap and yoga for the rest of the month, promise.

Whatever. It's awesome and you know it. Halfway across the world and penniless, cut off from modern technology, surviving on cheap, unidentifiable local cuisine until I can teach my way into a paycheck? I'm so the hottest person you know, so don't even.

Okay, so sometimes I like pretending I'm hot shit, just to see what it feels like.