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[kittydesade]

More irregulars!
faigh, faighigí - get, find
faighim, faigheann tú, faigheann sé, faigheann sí, faighimid, faigheann sibh, faigheann siad
fuair mé, fuair tú, fuair sé, fuair sí, fuair muid, fuair sibh, fuair siad
gheobhfaidh mé, gheobhfaidh tú gheobhfaidh sé, gheobhfaidh sí, gheobhfaidh muid, gheobfaidh sibh, gheobhfaidh siad
Ní fhaigheann, An bhfaigheann, Nach bhfaigheann, Sílim go bhfaigheann
Ní bhfuair, An bhfuair, Nach bhfuair, Sílim go bhfuair
Ní fhaighfaidh, An bhfaighfaidh, Nach bhfaighfaidh, Sílim go bhfaighfaidh

téigh, téigí - go
téim, téann tú, téann sé, téann sí, téimid, téann sibh, téann siad
chuaigh mé, chuaigh tú, chuaigh sé, chuaigh sí, chuaigh muid, chuaigh sibh, chuaigh siad
rachfaidh mé, rachfaidh tú, rachfaidh sé, rachfaidh sí, rachfaidh muid rachfaidh sibh, rachfaidh siad
Ní théann, An dtéann, Nach dtéann, Sílim go dtéann
Ní dheachaigh, An ndeachaigh, Nach ndeachaigh, Sílim go ndeachaigh



Okay... no, I think that should be it for repeating endless verbs. If there's something else in the future I can look it up, and I still need to figure out which verbs in Irish go with which conjugation, but that's about it for that and now I can move on. At least as far as learn something else I'm going to have to repeat endlessly to memorize.

Russian is up to page 50 and once again my to-do list is starting to resemble an endless string of unfinished projects. Which is largely due to being sick on the weekend and having a pile of translation to do where... well. Let's just say it's difficult and let it go at that. And then there's a small pile of fiddly things I can get done, I think. The biggest problem with this is that I keep thinking of one of the other things I can do and going over to that and suddenly I've got 10 tabs open and I'm not making progress on any of them. This irks me. It's irksome.

And it's frelling cold and it's winter and I just want to curl up with a shitpile of fruit and a tall never-cooling mug of hot cocoa and read books and watch Fringe and whine. Endless whining, dammit.

Well. The biggest project over the next week is to take pictures of the house (which means endless rapid cleaning and shoving things into drawers so they all look decent on my god) and print them up and stick them in an album and send them to Grandpa. And keep up with all the little writing fiddly bits. And hopefully I will at some point learn to stop taking on new obligations to other people while I have piles of stuff to do on my own damn time. Picking up new stories doesn't count, because I have a perpetually growing folder of them and finishing them, I am accountable to no one but myself. Plus it's fun.

Tally ho, then. Sally forth. All that jazz.