Liz + stress + soju = annoying.

It's come to my attention, in the sobriety of morning, that I was being extraordinarily bossy to Mike last night, who was taking it all in stride and, once again, putting up with me, due to the fact that I'm pretty sure I looked as though I'd been through a war by the time I met him for dinner, where I quickly downed three or four shots of soju and sat mostly in silence until it took its effect, and I started swinging my umbrella around in his face.

I'm sorry, Magnes. You're a good buddy.

You see, Mike's not actually afraid of me at all, and he can't ever be bothered doing what I tell him to do, unless he's placating me, which is why we're such good friends. He lets me pretend to be Noona, sometimes, always with a completely unamused look on his face.

Still, he can't fault me entirely for this behavior, as he has a tendency to egg it on and take great joy in it, when it's directed at certain other parties we spend a fair amount of time with, and is, for whatever reason, received with a great amount dutiful seriousness.

I'm going to try to do as Coteacher said, when I finally put my shoes on to leave the office last night, and "forget" it all, because it's the weekend now. I find the concept of not taking your work home, so to speak, as a teacher, to be completely absurd at this point. But she's years on in the game, and so it must be possible eventually. Still, she admits that working at a boys school can make your personal life extremely difficult, because it's hard to stop relating to the opposite sex under those terms -- she, too, has issues not "correcting" male behavior these days, no matter the age of the male in question. I will do my best not to turn into a ya-ing, umbrella-wielding bossy bitch when I'm out with the new guy tonight, after getting a few drinks in me. Please, God.

Eoddeokae. I've got a lot to get done this morning, especially if I really do hope to make it into Seoul with Mags and back before seven. I'd better get on it.