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[kittydesade]

Look at the map and say where the street/road/avenue is.
Is é Sráid an Chaisleáin an triú ceann ar chlé.
Is é Bóthar an Stáisiúin an chéad cheann ar dheis.
Is é Ascal an Phíarsaigh an dara ceann ar chlé.

Cén dáta é inniu? Is é inniu an seachtú lá de Eanáir.

The genitive case:
Chuaigh mé trasna na sráide.
Is máistir scoile é Pól.
Tá teachtaireacht duit ar dhoras na hoifige.
Thiomáin mé timpeal na háite.
Feicfidh tú Oifig an Phoist ar thaobh do láimhe clé.


I think this morning's tired is more because I've been exercising and less because I didn't get enough sleep, which is very nice. Also having juice in the house again is nice because smoothies. Not that I have time to make one this morning because got distracted bringing groceries in and doing Person of Interest, but tonight I might. I also need to do some meat browning for spa... no, fuckit, I'll do that tomorrow, tonight is for steaklets and potatoes and nothing else.

Anyway. I also need to get back to doing Russian, whether or not I have corrections. Though it might no longer be translating the one story, might just be lines and things. Decisions. And Japanese, too. Argh so many languages, so little time to practice. And I guess on the plus side, despite completely forgetting it's my week to do Person of Interest and having a fairly meaty episode to do, I only have fifteen minutes to work on for tonight? Which means I seriously need to get that draft of Gods and Monsters done today, and then I have some breathing room again. Which means. Ugh. Which means time to a) check in tomorrow and b) organize a list of shit I really do need to get done and start blocking off chunks of time for it on the calendar. Wheefun. Such is the glamour that is my life.

Right. So, today's intentions are to draft out G&M during the day, and if I get done with that early, Blood in the Gutters edits. When I get home, making dinner and doing Person of Interest all the time, and if I get done with that, um. Who the fuck knows. Hemming pants, maybe. Bit by bit, chore by chore, thus do we whittle down the things we have to do. And then replace them with more. Wheee.