I am watching an ostrich with a heart-shaped tongue to make myself feel less insane,

i.e., I now have a tv with cable, and I am using it almost exclusively to watch Korean cartoons.

Also, I'm constipated and bloated after the aforementioned foray into my meat-eating past (which I continued today with a chicken patty and boiled beef noodle soup). Ah, well. All things shall pass.

Yeun-gyun, my youngest co-teacher, took me to the immigration office to get my alien registration card today. It will be delivered in 10 days. She also offered to help me buy a cell phone, be my Seoul tour guide, teach me Korean, introduce me to her friends who are studying English at University, and show me around Korea University, one of the top Korean universities, which has a reputation for having a beautiful campus. Everyone is so nice and helpful! Even the Korean teachers who speak little to no English go out of their way to introduce themselves to me and invite me to have tea and rice cakes with them during break time.

Wait, the talking eel in the cartoon just died after falling off of a waterfall! And one of the frogs almost got eaten by an owl! Whaaaaaa? Korean cartoons actually portray death and danger in a realistic and saddening way? I can't handle all of this emotion.