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[kittydesade]

There is no single word for only in Irish and the sentence must be made negative.

Chaith mé seachtain ann. I spent a week there.
Níor chaith mé ann ach seachtain. I only spent a week there.
Cheannaigh mé ceann amháin. I bought one.
Níor cheannaigh mé ach ceann amháin. I only bought one.

Dá (to his, to her=

You will recall that his is a + lenition and her is a without lenition. A preposition ending with a vowel is separated from these with an a. Compare:
ag + a - Tá car ag a bhean.
le + a Bhí mé ag caint lena mac.

However do (to, for) + a (his/her) becomes dá:
Thug sé dá mhuintir é. He gave it to his parents.
Cheannaigh sí dá mac é.



Chirpy. Fucking CHIRPY. No, you do not get context.

My head is pounding in a suspiciously Athenian matter. If a random warrior woman appears on the news wreaking havoc starting in the NC Assembly, it's probably come out of my forehead, and I would apologize but I'll be dead by then. At least it's not a guitar or anything else like that. Body, this is not an episode of FLCL, shut the fuck up.

Brain or, possibly more accurately in my case, hormone chemistry may have reset itself to the point where I can be functional again, I'm not sure because headache, and I'm extremely wary of the phenomenon where you're sick, you start feeling better, you assume you are better, you overstrain yourself and end up sick again. That works just as well (or poorly) for mental and mood illnesses as it does for bacterial/viral ones, and injuries. So. We'll see. I really, really do need to start doing regular Japanese shit for Mister E, though. This is going on two weeks that I haven't, and apparently the shame of failing as a teacher is not enough to motivate me. Come on, self.

Blog Person of Interest did not happen this week. And it's a sign of just how bad I am that I did not in fact push myself past the point of reason to get it out on time or even acceptably late because fuck everything, curling up and installing emergency comfort measures. Seriously, for those of you who know me well, I do not do that. I do not miss deadlines. Except, apparently, when health issues mean I do. Oddly, we still have a hitspike today, I'm not sure why but I'll take it. And we'll leave an apologetic note at the top of tomorrow's Grimm post, and reset the schedule for next Wednesday. Shouldn't be too hard.

All right. Friday, I am watching you. You had better be on your best behavior or I will cut your hamstrings and leave you to the wargs.