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Using bíonn with the verbal noun: the habitual progressive

Corresponding to táim ag obair (I am working) one may say bím ag obair (I tend to be working, I regularly work). Further examples are:

Bïm ag obair san oíche. I work nights.
Bím ag féachaint ar an teilifís sa tráthnóna. I watch television in the evening.
Bím ag imirt leadóige ar an Satharn. I play tennis on Saturdays (for much of the day).

These can be more literally translated as I tend to be working at night/watching television in the evenings/playing tennis on Saturdays. The activities involved last a good while. Recurrent events of briefer duration, including single games, are referred to using the simple present form of the verb, which has habitual meaning (as in English), e.g.:

Féachaim ar an nuach gach tráthnóna.
Imrím cluiche leadóige gach tráthnóna. I play a game of tennis every evening.
Imrím cluiche leadóige uaireanta. I play a game of tennis sometimes.
Ceannaím páipéar nuachta gach maidin. I buy a newspaper every morning.
Léim an páipéar gach tráthnóna. I read the paper every evening.

1. Cuir na ceisteanna agus na freagraí le chéile.
a) An maith leat ceol? vi) Is breá liom ceol traidisiúnta.
b) An maith leat sport? vii) Ní maith.
c) An mbíonn tuirse ort go minic? i) Bíonn.
d) An dtéann tú amach sa tráthnóna de ghnáth? ii) Ní théim
e) An imríonn sibh galf go minic? iii) Uair sa tseachtain.
f) An mbíonn tú anseo gach lá? v) Ní bhím.
g) Cén t-am a théann tú abhaile? iv) Thart ar a sé a chlog.

Well that's going to need some more work.

I have no idea what's wrong with me this morning but I suspect it has to do with a lack of sleep. Somehow over the weekend, probably due to excessive naps on the couch of soporific, my sleep schedule got really royally fucked. Well, excessive naps and being woken up at Stupid O'Clock by the boy's inability to sleep. But at least he brought me donuts.

The upshot of it all is that I still don't feel rested, have massive amounts of Do Not Want, barely got exercises done this morning, and ugh. Just, ugh.

I did, at least, get to watch the first episode of The Following and a couple episodes of Ripper Street. I quite enjoy Ripper Street! And Jerome Flynn is now on my list of Brits I would like to cuddle. Which is kind of hilarious considering I was first introduced to him as Bronn in Game of Thrones (think: hard-bitten mercenary with few scruples, but disturbingly charming) and now he's all rough-around-the-edges gentlemanly and almost cuddly. Certainly more sensitive than Bronn. Anyway, that happened, and The Following was decent, pretty boilerplate with a lot of the horror devices and if I have to hear one more of the top three Poe poems/stories again I will scream. Particularly the Raven. But the fun part is the serial killer in question is basically living out a fantasy of being in a work of fiction, so I can fantasize about slapping him with a sack full of writing books and going you are the most cliche'd villain in the history of ever! Just to piss him off. I enjoyed The Following! I would love to Murderboard it if life would back the fuck off and give us space. But oh my god, sack full of books.

Other than that, um. Didn't get at least one chunk of stuff I wanted to do on the weekend done owing to no groceries appearing and it's too fucking cold to walk down and get the essentials myself. But at least I got some rest. Now if I can just stop feeling guilty for needing rest, that'd be fantastic, thanks. Also Person of Interest has finally swallowed me whole and now I want all the Reese/Carter or Reese/Morgan-having-inadvisable-sex fic ever. ALL OF IT. GIVE TO ZIM.