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Jun. 18th, 2018 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI am le tired. I spent most of today working while in pain from my back deciding it hated me again, plus being stressed out because I kept popping on Twitter hoping Writer Twitter would be its comforting and distracting self and no. All I got were incarcerated tortured kids. It got to the point where I was panicking so much about my own self possibly being deported because one of my parents might not be from this country (bio-dad, who I don't know much about and don't care to because what I do know is nearly all bad) that I called Mom. No, it's fine, I'm fine, both of my parents were born here, they can't fuck around with me without fucking around with birthright citizenship entirely, and I don't think that's a can of worms they want to open right now.
The boy is home from Origins though, which is deeply nice. I am pleased. And relieved. Doubly so because he stopped by the folks' on the way out and had some potentially dire news in that his Dad is not doing well, is tired, doesn't move around as he should, etc. Which, to me and my lung-gimped self, is normal if annoying for just having gotten over aspirated pneumonia plus various hospital bullshit two months ago. To the boy, he thinks it's the end. Not in an upset panicking way, in a tired but accepting way, but still. But... argh, I don't know. I have alerted the work fam to the possibility of an emergency Ohio trip though.
I wish I had some better news. No, I did call Mom and ask and she said he's from Kalama-fucking-zoo, so that's both a relief and a bit of hysterical laughter for how close that sounds to California. Which is where I thought he was from but it's entirely possible that I misheard or misremembered at that rate.
I'm hoping tomorrow is better. I did get some cleaning done over the weekend although not as much as I wanted to. I went in to capoeira on Saturday and did some capoeira but not as much as I wanted to, evidently my head cold or whatever it was making me woozy on Friday was still in force. Not a good thing when you're practicing a martial art that turns you upside down. I didn't get any writing done over the weekend either, although I did get some reading and studying done. But Saturday was pretty much a wash between capoeira, a brief bit of work, and then coming home and walking around in 90 degree heat with Fuck You humidity levels and after that the headache kicked in and it was all very horrible.
So. Yeah, I don't know. Hopefully I can get back into the groove I had last week. I liked that writing groove I would like it to continue.
Translate these sentences. Ugh possibly tomorrow.
1. यह हमारा कमरा है।
2. आपका कमरा कहाँ है
3. कया वह सितार ससता है
4. जी हाँ, यह सितार ससता है।
5. मेरा एक सवाल है।
6. आपका सवाल कया है
7. एक क़लम का दाम कया है
8. एक क़लम का दाम एक पैसा है
9. कया .ह नया बाज़ार है
10. जो नही, यह लाल बाज़ार है।
The boy is home from Origins though, which is deeply nice. I am pleased. And relieved. Doubly so because he stopped by the folks' on the way out and had some potentially dire news in that his Dad is not doing well, is tired, doesn't move around as he should, etc. Which, to me and my lung-gimped self, is normal if annoying for just having gotten over aspirated pneumonia plus various hospital bullshit two months ago. To the boy, he thinks it's the end. Not in an upset panicking way, in a tired but accepting way, but still. But... argh, I don't know. I have alerted the work fam to the possibility of an emergency Ohio trip though.
I wish I had some better news. No, I did call Mom and ask and she said he's from Kalama-fucking-zoo, so that's both a relief and a bit of hysterical laughter for how close that sounds to California. Which is where I thought he was from but it's entirely possible that I misheard or misremembered at that rate.
I'm hoping tomorrow is better. I did get some cleaning done over the weekend although not as much as I wanted to. I went in to capoeira on Saturday and did some capoeira but not as much as I wanted to, evidently my head cold or whatever it was making me woozy on Friday was still in force. Not a good thing when you're practicing a martial art that turns you upside down. I didn't get any writing done over the weekend either, although I did get some reading and studying done. But Saturday was pretty much a wash between capoeira, a brief bit of work, and then coming home and walking around in 90 degree heat with Fuck You humidity levels and after that the headache kicked in and it was all very horrible.
So. Yeah, I don't know. Hopefully I can get back into the groove I had last week. I liked that writing groove I would like it to continue.
Translate these sentences. Ugh possibly tomorrow.
1. यह हमारा कमरा है।
2. आपका कमरा कहाँ है
3. कया वह सितार ससता है
4. जी हाँ, यह सितार ससता है।
5. मेरा एक सवाल है।
6. आपका सवाल कया है
7. एक क़लम का दाम कया है
8. एक क़लम का दाम एक पैसा है
9. कया .ह नया बाज़ार है
10. जो नही, यह लाल बाज़ार है।