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[kittydesade]

Was wird hier gemacht? In diesem Wohnhaus ist viel los. Sprechen Sie mit Ihrer Partnerin/Ihrem Partner darüber, was in jeder Wohnung gemacht wird.
e.g. Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 2 gemacht?
In Wohnung Nummer 2 wird gespielt / Es wird gespielt.

Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 1 gemacht?
Es wird geschrieben?
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 3 gemacht?
Es wird gegessen.
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 4 gemacht?
Es wird Karten gespielt.
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 5 gemacht?
Es wird Geschirr abgewaschen.
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 6 gemacht?
Es wird getanzt.
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 7 gemacht?
Es wird Tee getrunken.
Was wird in Wohnung Nummer 8 gemacht?
Es wird Musik gehört.


Not quite the rousing victory I wanted over my webpage, but the bulk of it is fucking done. The bones of it are done. I have ten or twelve other things I want to do, and getting the Black Ice page up is going to be a bitch and a half, but at least I have a damn web page now! Which of course means it's open season for the brainweasels on it's not pretty enough/it's not cool enough/it doesn't have enough neat stuff, etc etc etc. Fuck off, weasels. I have work to do. Like, tonight, Haven 1x01 and reading over the Stephen King post. And line edits. And cooking. And, you know. Actual work instead of curling up in a ball and crying about how I'm not cool like the other kids.

Possibly it could use some morebetter graphics, but I can fuck around with those later.

I'm cold. I dislike this. I also dislike the fact that I'm warmer at home than I ever am at work, despite the fact that the thermostat is supposedly kept several degrees warmer. I know it's supposed to get warmer and it does look like it's staying more in the fifties and heading up over the next week or so but arrgh. Do not want to be cold. Am tired of winter. Ready for spring now plskthnx.

Still got nothing more substantive. I got a wossis dragon? Legendary, that there thing. On DragCave. Yes, my substance for the day is pixelpets.