(no subject)

[kittydesade]

Give the genitive form of the following nouns
1. sagart, sagairt
2. Gaeltacht, Gaeltachta
3. bord, boird
4. fuinneog, fuinneoige
5. traein, traenach
6. Sasanach, Sasanaigh
7. capall, capaill
8. aintín, aintín
9. cluas, cluaise
10. leaba, leapa
11. im, ime
12. duine, duine
13. rud, ruda
14. máthair, mathar
15. teach, tí
16. tae, tae
17. oifig, oifige
18. arán, aráin
19. scríbhneoir, scríbhneora
20. bliain, bliana



I am exhausted. This is not the monday I ordered.

So, okay. Since DW ate my last entry about my weekend let's start this over again. (Where are you draft function? Is this because of the beta testing? Come baaaaaack.) Saturday was a haze of errands and blogging and swearing at Colin Ferguson's Haven character and spending, maybe not too much money, because I had it to spend and I accounted for it, and because all of the things we bought were things that were needed either in the, mm. Second-tier sense? Not dire, food-water-shelter sense, but things like fire extinguishers and pathway lights and curtain rods, so, customary house things that are good to have for safety and privacy. And cat litter. And then some things were things that were needed in, we'll call it a Third-tier need, kitchen equipment that makes the cooking run smoother and more fun. Like madeleine pans. And the final category was admittedly a want, which is to say, Halloween decorations and a little fog machine. And abalone and stone chips for my vanity, but that was a small inexpensive bag. Anyway, that was all the running around we did on Saturday, after we went to Home Depot and spent money there, and everything piled up in our foyer. For about a day, day and a half. At the end of blogging and errand running I was so fucking tired I collapsed on the couch to stare at Game of Thrones. I don't remember what episodes I was watching and I barely remembered to eat dinner. The boy just declared this all fucking over and done with and went upstairs to sleep.

SUNDAY, that alleged day of rest? Not so much. Sunday was a day of slowly and kind of scatteredly picking up things around the house, doing the essentials like laundry and washing the bedding and changing the cat's litter pans. Some of it just picking up in the living room, sweeping and dusting. I did some picking up and sorting out of bedding that's been in boxes for a while and determined that we have inherited four? fitted/flat sheet sets for a king sized bed, a collection of neutral colored fitted sheets, a collection of colored flat sheets in canary yellow, pale turquoise, and some sort of dark slate blue color. And out of all of these, only ONE sheet set has pillowcases. The red flannel one. I have no idea what my grandfather had happen or if I only got one out of an intended multiple boxes of sheets or what, but now I need more pillowcases. Which isn't a bad thing, it's just. Very weird.

Anyway. I cleaned the bedroom somewhat, though it's still kind of lousy with the remainders of boxes. But if we're going to be putting curtains up I want it to look at least sort of nice. And I started getting the craft room tidied, and today I even figured out what I'm going to mostly be doing in it, so I have some vague idea of how to tidy it. So that's good, too. And then I sat down and tried to blog and my brain only gave me fifteen episode minutes before it went "are you mad stoppit stop trying to make me function stap." So I stopped and went upstairs and couldn't put it all down, I had to try and figure out if there were any goddamn pillowcases in the fucking boxes. because once I start moving inertia demands I keep going. Or something. I don't even.

There was supposed to be writing going on today, but the entire world descended upon me with day jobligations, so instead there will be outlining and scheduling and writing Gods and Monsters tomorrow. Tonight is still Person of Interest, and I'm off to make my schedule and figure out how to organize all my house tasks with my writing tasks so I don't go even more batshit fucking crazy than I already am.

What's "breaks" precious? Those nasty cold wet things that happen to other people?

Comments

[kittydesade]

Rests ARE imaginary.

The consolation to this incredibly long, incredibly tiring day are that I get packages when I get home. I think.

[kikibug13]

And also the link I sent you. Just as the extra frilly thing.

Hmm, packages. *takes notes*

[kittydesade]

If I ever, ever get a break to sit down and watch it! Drowning under massive Dragon Tale yarn orders augh.

[kikibug13]

It's not going to run away! It'll be there when you get home!