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And now, Russian! Apparently I'm getting better at recognizing both gender and number, considering the lack of mistakes last time. Knock on wood. So let's see how I do with the next exercises.

... Hmm. This time is possessive pronouns and question words and things. I think what I'm going to do is go over the last exercise and match form to pronoun/question word.

1. Чья эта виза? Whose visa is this?
2. Чeй это паспорт? Whose passport is this?
3. Чьё это платье? Whose dress is this?
4. Чeй это мобильник? Whose cell phone is this?
5. Чья эта тетрадь? Whose notebook is this?
6. Чья эта мама? Whose mother is this?
7. Чьи эти документы? Whose documents are these?
8. Чей это чемодан? Whose suitcase is this?
9. Чьи эти джинсы? Whose jeans are these?
10. Чьи эти карандаши? Whose pencils are these?
11. Чей это словарь? Whose dictionary is this?
12. Чей это папа? Whose father is this?
13. Чья эта видеокамера? Whose video camera is this?
14. Чей это подарок? Whose present is this?
15. Чьё это пальто? Whose coat is this?
16. Чьё это окно? Whose window is this?

And most importantly, why is my nochnoi dozor icon going all funny? *smacks it*

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Oh. Dear. God. Mother and Blood, I am fucking exhausted.

Looking at my timesheet is both amusing and daunting. I got out early yesterday, that was about it. I came in on Saturday. I came in early on Monday, and left late on Wednesday. I'm getting overtime this coming paycheck, unless something happens to utterly kill business for a day or so and I get to go home early a bit. Given the workload I have piled up for me on Monday already I don't forsee this happening.

On the plus side, I'm up to date on my RP tags, which hasn't happened in a while. I need to do my short story revisions for a certain person and knock down a few more scenes of Astrid. And prompts. So, between cleaning tonight, I guess that's what I'll be doing. At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. And clean some more, and cook. Not sure what I'm going to make for game but, dammit, there will be sugar cookies. Frosted ones. With Buttercream Frosting of the Gods. (Seriously, that's how it's getting written in my recipe book when I get around to scribing it in there.)

Tonight... fuck if I know. I may have a veggie patty and go to bed. Or something. No, not or go to bed, but I may have a veggie patty and fold laundry and let the boy fend for himself.

I'm starting to think more about how to sell Astrid. What I should have done was written down the notes for the query letter when I started composing it, many moons ago, but I remember the gist. It's pretty close to done; the goal is to finish it within the next 2-4 weeks, and then sit on it for 4-6 weeks while people read it over and edit (any takers?) and then go back to it and read over it myself. And then the excruciating query process begins, yay.

Okay. The Elf Lord is a come to take me home. Away, hi-yo silver. BLAH.

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Gerrrrman. German. Deutsch. Allemand. Blah. So tired.

( STURM UND DRANG )

I should make something to eat. I don't want to make anything to eat. Or at least... no, that's not true, but I don't k... ooh. Wait.

... I do know what I want to eat. Okay, then.

Ich habe drei Eier! Clickie.