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Я никогда не звонила в Россую.
Студенти часто звонят маме.
Мы редко звоним фамилии, на мама часто звонит нам.
Наши друзья часто звонят их матерям.
Я буду звонить моему другу.
Ты каждый день звонишь мне.
Вы редко звоните на работу.

Yeah, no cut for Russian today, because it's a few sentences. New grammar point next week.

Tired. Feeling incredibly apathetic about almost everything. Did not get a damn thing written last night. Did, however, get skirt cut. Starting to talk like Rorschach. Bad sign. Hurm.

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For some reason today I wound up thinking about my old Japanese class. And a story my teacher told about a friend of hers who had brought a bunch of very young American students to Japan for a short time, for a cultural exchange field trip type thing. And they were all in the baths, and at some point they were joined by three older men with a full shirt of tattoos. She said that, and all of a sudden I knew what was going on, but she explained to everyone about the yakuza and their reputation and the tattoos. I was the only one headdesking before the explanation, but after she got to the part about all the kids crowding around and going "ooh pretty tattoos" I think everyone was.

Anyway. Oogh. Feeling somewhat better after futzing around with various profiles. I should actually do something about my own profile, too, come to think of it. Eventually. No more dicking around with profiles till tonight, though, when I can get home and to my graphics program. But I actually do feel like I'm easing back into the writing groove, which is nice.

And we've slowly been picking up the spare room. Probably when I get home from work there'll be some moving the bed and then I'll be able to put the table in there and set up my sewing and painting stuff, sewing stuff first. And then more writing tonight, wig shopping tomorrow. Sewing, too, maybe, tomorrow, making the first riding skirt for the costume. I didn't get my leotard yet, and I'm kind of wondering when that's actually going to come. Not that it's too close yet, but it's a little worrying. Everything else is either on its way or here, though, so there's that. I suppose if I really needed to I could go to one of the dance supply places around here or look further online. This is why I get my costumes done early as possible, yo.

Right. Shipping's pretty well done for the day, and the UPS software hasn't crashed yet! Yay! And now, writing, and then the rest of the day's work, whatever that might be. Not sure if it's going to be a night out or a night in yet. It almost was a night out except where I found out that the creepy-ass dogfucker was possibly going to be there. I have never met anyone quite as repulsive as he is, and some of it isn't his fault (he's slow, and he hasn't ever had as far as I can tell anyone who'd teach him or help him adequate to his needs) and some of it is just... it is not my job to fix him and there is not the slightest bit of want to make it my job, either. And he's creepy, and kind of repulsive, and follows girls to the bathroom, and doesn't bathe as often as he should, and and and. Ew. I'm not going anywhere where he might be, so not going to that event. Night in, maybe. There's enough stuff to do around the apartment anyway.