Saturday is looming like Nathan Fillion in a dog collar

Sort of headachey today, probably because I'm stressed. (Also haven't eaten yet despite being up super-early. But I need to wait for another couple of hours, until it's not the heat of the day, because I would rather be hungry than hot.) Nothing too bad; I had observations of other people's classes this weekend, and tomorrow I have a day of induction workshops at the big centre in Ho Chi Minh City. (I work at HCM2, which is a quarter of the size.) Then I need to go into work to do lesson planning and stuff, try to get a handle on where my classes are. I officially start work on Saturday and it'll be a bit of a baptism of fire: four two-hour classes both Saturday and Sunday. My first lesson begins at 7:40, and the last ends around 8pm I think. Plus I have to do one-on-one speaking tests my first day. ARRRGH.

But ( it will probably be fine! )

Now back to writing smut and watching Buffy season 7. A Conversations With Dead People watch became an impromptu rewatch. I'm enjoying, and as ways to cope with culture shock go, this is a good one. One of my colleagues took up smoking when he moved to the Phillipines last year. Although - ( all of the Faith ~feelings )