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[kittydesade]

Paraphrase the following sentences using an expression with one of the prefixes do-, so-, or in-
e.g. Tá sé furasta an seomra a ghlanadh. Tá an seomra soghlanta.

1. Ní féidir an leabhar sin a léamh. Tá an leabhar doléite.
2. Tá sé furasta an obair sin a dhéanamh. Tá an obair sin sodhéanta.
3. A féidir a t-uisce a ól? A bhfuil an t-uisce inólta?
4. Ní féidir na sléibhte a fheiceáil... Tá na sléibhte dofheicthe.
5. Tá sé furasta Fraincis a labhairt. Tá Fraincis solabhairte.
6. Tá sé fiordheacair an mhóin a bhaint. Tá mhóin do-bhainte.
7. Ní féidir an scéal sin a chreidiúint. Tá an scéal sin dochreidte.
8. Is féidir an síol sin a chur. Tá an síol sin inchurtha.
9. Tá sé furasta an bharúil sin a thuisinct. Tá an bharúil sin sothuigte.
10. Ní féidir Donncha a athru.


Oogh. I have one of those headaches today that you can tell is a sinus thing, on either side of my nose and slightly above my orbital sockets, and it's getting on my nerves. And it's not that bad but it's getting on my damn nerves, and it's not an allergy thing because I took my allergy pill three hours ago and it should have kicked in by now. Ugh.

For double plus ugh points I wasn't paying attention and I ended up knitting a second right mitt, and had to yank out about 20 rows of stitching. Yaaay. I guess the plus side here is I figured it out before I cast anything off, but still. Aggravating.

Hilariously, once I finish these gloves (which should be today unless I do something else thoughtless) I then have to... really, I should do the gloves I mean to do for Raven, but then I have about five other projects I could finish/cast on and I want to do all of them. So evidently this knitting thing isn't going away any time soon. Neither is the programming/learning thing by the way I was doing victory cabbage patches over the compiler success last night. Ahem. I mean, there was no victory dance. No one saw a victory dance. Did I say anything? I said nothing. Never happened.

Still a bit shocked that I'm managing to get any writing done at all, despite all this. I'll also be shocked if I get any writing done today, the way I feel, this headache is not going away. Though I at least should make a plan for this weekend. One that involves a large amount of sitting down on Saturday in case this really is a cold and I need to just bundle the fuck up with hot things and a blanket and my pain.

I can be Batman. It'll be awesome.