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Fill in the blanks with an appropriate verbal noun.
1. Bhí Peter Pan sásta gan fás.
2. Ní raibh carr ag duine ar bith: mar sin, b'éigean dúinn siúl.
3. An bhfuil sibh sásta dhul abhaile anois?
4. Níl Máirtín pósta, ach beidh sé sásta pósadh.
5. Níl duine ar bith sásta a bheith tinn.
6. Tháinig Peige, ach ní raibh Bríd in ann theacht léi.
7. Ná salaigh do chuid éadaigh, a Shéamaisín; ní beidh mé sásta iad a ghlanadh.
8. Níl mé in ann an scéal sin a scríobh.
9. Ar mhiste leat an doras a dhúnadh?
10. Tá an leabhar sin ródheacair; níl na gasúir in ann é a léamh.
11. An gcloiseann tú an ceol? Níl mise in ann é a chloisteáil.
12. Tá na fir sásta cártaí a imirt gach oíche.
13. Bhí na tithe róshean; b'éigean iad a leagan.
14. Dúirt Maime 'Ná bris an pláta sin!' Ach ní raibh Seáinín in ann gan é a bhriseadh.
15. Níl mé in ann an bosca a chur ar an mbord, tá sé róthrom.
16. An bhfeiceann tú na sléibhte? Níl féidir liom iad a fheiceáil. (Okay, not the word I would have used, but.... )
17. Tá Cáit leisciúil: níl sí sásta obair a dhéanamh.
18. Bhí sé ag obair go crua agus ghortaigh sé a lámh. Níl sé in ann coinneáil leis an obair anois.
19. An bhfuil tú in ann pictiúir a phéinteáil?
20. Glan thusa do sheomra. Níl mé sásta é a ghlanadh?


*looks down at the rows of tombstones* Man, I am no good at dragons.

I do, on the other hand, seem to be good at tomatoes and cucumbers and things, provided the groundhogs don't eat them. They're growing! Pretty damn big, too. Or at least the plants are, the tomatoes haven't developed yet but I'm going to have to start caging or staking or trellising them soon.

I swear I started this day meaning to get the damn dime novel finished, spend the rest of the week re-reading shit and doing edits, and all of a sudden I have both Murderboarding and Unnamed Anthology emails to read and deal with and my head is going to explode. Plus I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night and now I'm exhausted. One of these days I will remember that bedtime on time helps me to be more efficient in my day, which helps me to do all of these things at once, but it is not this day. This day we subsist on dark chocolate.

Also I just realized I haven't been doing Russian in so long I've forgotten where the hell I am. Apart from on chapter four. Let's start there. Tomorrow I'll be on page 79.

Ugh. When I get home, making a start on chopping down all that fucking alianthus which is growing again. Maybe if I make it a weekend habit to chop it the fuck down... maybe I should get some spray paint. And spray the stumps and then chop them the fuck down every weekend so I know what I need to chop. Yes. This, actually, I feel, is a very good plan. I have some spray primer in the craft room, that'll do for now. Die fucking alianthus die. Those and the star of bethlehems, those are both going on my genocide scroll whenever I get one. Those fuckers are worse than bamboo.

Right. To work, allonsy! I have at least three projects to do, none of which are getting done.