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Deutsch. This year I've written five Yuletide stories so far, and I have at least two left to go. Dear gods I am a Yuletide writing machine. I blame work being slow this week of Christmas, possibly everyone's given up getting anything mail ordered. Which would be nice!

Kann ich mitfahren? Ihr Auto ist kaput. (Hee!) Vielleicht können Sie morgen mit einer Studentin/einem Studenten aus Ihrem Deutschkurs mitfahren. Fragen Sie sie/ihn

Fährst du mit dem Auto zur Arbeit?
Ja, willst du mitfahren?

Fährst du mit dem Auto zur Uni?
Nein, ich nehme den Bus.

Fährst du mit dem Auto im (in den?) Supermarkt?
Nein, mein Auto ist kaputt.

Fährst du mit dem Auto zur Uni?
Nein, ich fahre mit dem Rad.


Um wie viel Uhr? Fragen Sie Ihre Partnerin/Ihren Partner, wann sie/er zur Uni, zur Arbeit und wieder nach Hause geht. Machen Sie Notizen.

Wann fährst du zur Arbeit?
Ich fahre um halb neun zur Arbeit.

Wann kommst du zur Uni?
Ich komme um sechs zur Uni.

Wann gehst du zur Arbeit?
Ich fahre um drei Abend zur Arbeit. (I think that works out to the proper way to say three in the afternoon.)

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Retyping the dialogues because I can always use Cyrillic typing practice. Hell, sometimes I can use English typing practice. And you know, now that I've typed up my Russian, I'd forgotten how much working on languages does relax me and help me to wind down and focus.

( Russian )

( And German )

Oof. Languages done, both this morning's and this evening's, and Mark Sheppard's ad spot for Man Vs. Wild hasn't aired yet, so. Bleh. I'll just have to listen for his dulcet tones tomorrow. And I totally just transposed letters in 'spot' so I am for bed. But I've got all my Yuletide writing obligations done, and... tomorrow I can start working on my writing schedule. Probably starting on prompts that are shortest and lists of agents for Astrid. So tired.

(Also, for those of you who are playing along and saw/checked out my Nanonovel at abit_unsettlin, my aunt wants to know where she can buy a copy because she heard I was self-publishing. Her faith in me is touching and hilarious. [And reassuring because she's seen novels I wrote years earlier, so at least there's that.] I'll have to send her an excerpt or something.)