(no subject)

[kittydesade]

Seosamh calls around to Liam's house for the first time in months.
Liam: Tú féin atá an, a Sheosaimh. Conas tá tú? Tar isteach.
Seosamh: Táim go maith. Is fada ó bhí mé anseo.
Liam: Tá tamall fada ann. An ólfá cupán caifé?
Seosamh: Ólfaidh.
Liam: Ar mhaith leat aon ní le n-ithe?
Seosamh: Ba mhaith liom cúpla briosca, má tá siad agat.


Duine ar an bhfón: An bhféadfainn labhairt le Tomás Mac Néill, le do thoil?
Rúnaí: Tá sé ag freastal ar chruinniú faoi láthair.
Duine ar an bhfón: An bhféadfá teachtaireacht a ghlacadh?
Rúnaí: Glacfaidh, cinnte. Abair leat.

Fear an tí: Cad a dhéanfá dá mbuafá céad mile punt sa Lotto?
Caitlín: Cheannóinn carr nua dom féin, agus ansin rachainn ar saoire.
Fear an tí: An éireofá as do phost?
Caitlín: Ní dhéanfainn. Is dóigh liom go rachainn as mo mheabhair mura mbeinn ag obair.
Fear an tí: Cá rachfá ar saoire?
Caitlín: Ba bhreá liom dul chun na hAstráile. Tá deirfiúr agam ann.
Fear an tí: Conas a chaithféa an chuid eile den airgead?
Caitlín: Níl a fhios agam. B'fhéidir go gcuirfinn sa bhanc é go dtí go smaoineoinn ar rud éigin.


Still needing way more sleep than I'm happy with, but at least today is better. The boy is home, we went out for dinner last night and had good italian food and I got mousse. Mmmm mousse. And finished the Tetsuo costume completely, with the addition of tackbacks and hook and bars on the cloak. So there's that. Can't be bothered with the arm this year, which is to say that I completely forgot I was building it until a couple weeks ago. Still, it wasn't meant to be a high-maintenance costume in the first place, so maybe that's for the best.

Dragh. And the house is all over laundry and crap again. Admittedly this is at least partly because the boy came home and neither of us had the energy to put it away last night. Maybe I can get him to do some of that picking up today, since he doesn't have to go back to work till tomorrow night. And the bathroom and office are still mostly clean. Bed's got clean sheets on it. But still dyaugh. Though, really, this place would probably be neater if I'd had any energy to finish the picking up over the weekend. Fucking illnesses.

Today! Finish up Gods and Monsters this week, which is only tidy up the conclusion of the last scene and add on the coda, and start next week's. Dear god, it might even happen. Tonight, finish up Huntress costume with the cloak and the hems and maybe start compiling Black Ice into things. Also, caps for the blog. And that ought to be enough to be going on with; if I finish that I can do some knitting or read over the other two things I mean to attempt to publish as e-novellas. Or something. Augh. What is this madness. This is not Sparta. I am lost.

AUGH WHAT NO WHAT BAD NO NOOOooooooooo... :(