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[kittydesade]

seas, seasaigí (stand)
seasaim, seasann tú, seasann sé, seasann sí, seasaimid, seasann sibh, seasann siad
sheas mé, sheas tú, sheas sé, sheas sí, sheas muid, sheas sibh, sheas siad
seasfaidh mé, seasfaidh tú, seasfaidh sé, seasfaidh sí, seasfaidh muid, seasfaidh sibh, seasfaidh siad
Ní sheasann, An seasann, Nach seasann, Sílim go seasann
Níor sheas, Ar sheas, Nár sheas, Sílim gur sheas

pós, pósaigí (marry)
pósaim, pósann tú, pósann sé, pósann sí, pósaimid, pósann sibh, pósann siad
phós mé, phós tú, phós sé, phós sí, phós muid, phós sibh, phós siad
pósfaidh mé, pósfaidh tú, pósfaidh sé, pósfaidh sí, pósfaidh muid, pósfaidh sibh, pósfaidh siad
Ní phósann, An bpósann, Nach bpósann, Sílim go bpós
Níor phós, Ar phós, Nár phós, Sílim gur phós

meath, meathaigí (rot, wither)
meathaim, meathann tú, meathann sé, meathann sí, meathaimid, meathann sibh, meathann siad
mheath mé, mheath tú, mheath sé, mheath sí, mheath muid, mheath sibh, mheath siad
meathfaidh mé, meathfaidh tú, meathfaidh sé, meathfaidh sí, meathfaidh muid, meathfaidh sibh, meathfaidh siad
Ní mheathann, An meathann, Nach meathann, Sílim go meath
Níor mheath, Ar mheath, Nár mheath, Sílim gur mheath

ordaigh, ordaígí (order)
ordaím, ordaíonn tú, ordaíonn sé, ordaíonn sí, ordaímid, ordaíonn sibh, ordaíonn siad
d'ordaigh mé, d'ordaigh tú, d'ordaigh sé, d'ordaigh muid, d'ordaigh sibh, d'ordaigh siad
ordóidh mé, ordóidh tú, ordóidh sé, ordóidh sí, ordóidh muid, ordóidh sibh, ordóidh siad
Ní ordaíonn, An ordaíonn, Nach n-ordaíonn, Sílim go n-ordaíonn
Níor ordaigh, Ar ordaigh, Nár ordaigh, Sílim gur ordaigh

athraigh, athraígí (change)
athraím, athraíonn tú, athraíonn sé, athraíonn sí, athraímid, athraíonn sibh, athraíonn siad
d'athraigh mé, d'athraigh tú, d'athraigh sé, d'athraigh sí, d'athraigh muid, d'athraigh sibh d'athraigh siad
athróidh mé, athróidh tú, athróidh sé, athróidh sí, athróidh muid, athróidh sibh, athróidh siad
Ní athraíonn, An athraíonn, Nach n-athraíonn, Sílim go n-athraíonn
Níor athraigh, Ar athraigh, Nár athraigh, Sílim gur athraigh

taistil, taistlígí
taistlím, taistlíonn tú, taistlíonn sé, taistlíonn sí, taistlímid, taistlíonn sibh, taistlíonn siad
thaistil mé, thaistil tú, thaistil sé, thaistil sí, thaistil muid, thaistil sibh, thaistil siad
taistleoidh mé, taistleoidh tú, taistleoid sé, taistleoidh sí, taistleoid muid, taistleoid sibh, taistleoidh siad
Ní thaistlíonn, An dtaistlíonn, Nach dtaistlíonn, Sílim go dtaistlíonn
Níor thaistil mé, Ar thaistil mé, Nár thaistil mé, Sílim gur thaistil mé

Ow my brain. Though on the plus side, once I finish conjugating all of these it should damn well be embedded.


No, Russian didn't happen yesterday, little too much going on and the internet cut out for an hour or so in the middle when I did have a sit-down break, so. Eh.

I just had the wonderful realization, and by wonderful I mean both a relief and an enormous headache, that if I'm claiming writing income which I can now because Lulu sent me beautiful tax forms, I can also claim writing deductions. Like website hosting crap and so on and so forth. Maybe the cost of a new Dragon program. The only problem is, I have no idea how to go about doing this prudently. Apart from, you know, keeping all my receipts and handing them over to a CPA and going "HERE HELP ME ADULT." I'm guessing that with the Portland trip, if I do expense a chunk of that it's going to indicate a loss in terms of writing income vs writing expenses, but it can't hurt to keep those receipts just in case. And I definitely need to consult with a tax specialist this year so I know what to be saving for next year.

Ugh what else. Order of operations today seems to be: WL writing, blog writing, Sandborn edits, misc other fun writing. In between that: Russian at noon with lunch, print out receipts, file the shit out of the stuff in my office. Organize the damn file cabinet, which isn't so bad because half of it is being taken up by empty binders or Handyman magazines. None of this is that bad, it's just suddenly realizing the amount of fiddly paperworky adulty shit I have to do. I hate fiddly paperworky adulty shit. Does anyone really like fiddly paperworky adulty shit?

The more I look at myself and what I'm doing these days, the more I realize that December and January really were an endless parade of suck. Or at least, little things sapping my energy and dropping me below my normal productivity levels. And these days I'm not doing nearly as badly at keeping up with writing, housekeeping, adult shit, day job shit, courtesan shit, and, you know, everything else. I even find time for relaxing! It's just... those couple of months, man. Jesus.

Okay, that said, I really do have a pile of crap to do, so I'd better go ahead and do it. Don't be like me, though, kids. Don't mistake a string of bad days for an individual string of bad days, that shit accumulates. When you keep getting punched down, it takes longer and longer to get back up again. Give yourself time. Momma Jag out.