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[kittydesade]

Okay, let's take exercises from the other book... Let's see how this goes.
Insert a present-tense form of the imperative verb in parentheses into each sentence.
1. (díol) Díolann Stiofán bláthanna.
2. (labhair) Labhairann Labhraíonn muid Gaeilge.
3. (ith) Itheann na gasúir uachtar reoite.
4. (ól) Óleann mo mháthair tae
5. (imir) Imríonn Liam peil.
6. (dúisigh) Dúisigeann Dúisíonn sí ag a hocht a chlog.
7. (ceannaigh) Ceannaíonn tú go leor bainne.
8. (parcáil) Parcáionnlann siad anseo.
9. (léigh) Léigann siad dánta le Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill.
10. (buail) Buailionneann Peige agus Caitlín le chéile gach Satharn.
11. (tiomáin) Tiomáineann Pádraig go dú an oifig.
12. (foghlaim) Foghlaimíonn siad go han-mhaith.


Holy god that was terrible Irish. That's going to require several hours of studying. Ow.

Still have poached egg eyes. I think Murdock's not used to me waking up later and he keeps trying to walk all over me and wake me up when I usually get up. Which is anywhere between half an hour and an hour before when I WANT to get up. Fucking cat. It's still dark out, let me sleep.

My brain is a strange, strange place sometimes. I'm just saying. (And now all of you are saying sometimes?)

I have Queen stuck in my head. There are worse things, I suppose, but I still have Queen stuck in my head. It's like living out of the Bentley. And I have writing I want to get done today and very little brain to do it with already. And I really, really am tired of my eyes feeling all hot and runny. Maybe if I'm very, very lucky I can get caught up on sleep this weekend? I have the sneaking suspicion things are going to be like this for a while. At least the next several weeks. And at least this has an end date, though! A more solid one than the last time.

Oh, hey. Something else to make me feel like crap. Todd Akin says "All you add is food and climate control, and some time, and the embryo becomes you or me." Uh, no. And if that's actually what you think, no fucking wonder you and the rest of the GOP show a complete lack of care and responsibility for the infants whose birth you try to mandate even though their mothers and in a lot of cases their fathers too know they can't support them. It takes food, yes. And climate control. And time. Eighteen years of it. And patience. And adult labor and effort. And money, lots of it. I don't know what the average cost is this year for raising a child to 18, but it's fucking expensive. It takes nearly a fifth of a person's life to care for, raise, tend to, teach, and bring about a person. It does not just take food and climate control and time. That is how you fucking grow plants. You lackwit.

I can't even muster a good rage for that, but god I want to throttle him. And the article I got that quote from, that wasn't even the bad part. Ugh. I think I gotta go write something. Preferably something involving brutal beatings or assassination. Where's my Human Target fanfic.

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[kikibug13]

But I LIKE the strange place that is your mind. Always did, always will!

Stupid kitty.

And Queen might be my fault, my music selection at work (and at home) is still sort of limited.