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[kittydesade]

Oh my god, we finally got to cardinal numbers. On chapter two of book two. Christ in a bucket.

Not every number has a ь, but no number has more than one ь. All numbers before 40 have the ь at the end, all numbers after 40 have it in the middle.

Write compound numbers as separate words, without hyphens. Each individual word can have its own ь: 857 = восемьсот пятьдесят семь.

Numbers beginning with ten thousand continue the pattern in the table shown below. Note that large numbers are separated by thousands with a period or space, not a comma. For example:

10 354: десять тысяч триста пятьдесят четыре
732 921: семьсот тридцать две тысячи девятьсот двадцать один
1 501 012: миллион пятьсот одна тысяча двенадцать

Ones	Teens	Tens	Hundreds	Thousands	Tens of Thousands
один	одиннадцать	десять	сто	тысяча	десять тысяч
два	двенадцать	двадцать	двести	две тысячи	--
три	тринадцать	тридцать	триста	три тысячи	--
четыре	четырнадцать	сорок	четыреста	четыре тысячи	--
пять	пятнадцать	пятьдесят	пятьсот	пять тысяч	--
шесть	шестнадцать	шестьдесят	шестьсот	шесть тысяч	--
семь	семнадцать	семьдесят	семьсот	семь тысяч	--
восемь	восемнадцать	восемьдесят	восемьсот	восем тысяч	--
девять	девятнадцать	девяносто	девятьсот	девять тысяч	--

And now I bring you, the theatre of Me and Also Me (played by Sam)
Me: Hell. I've been out of commission for five days and now I'm really out of shape. Some superheroine.
Sam/Also Me: ... you've been out of commission for five days, you could barely walk on Thursday, and you're worried about how you look?
Me: ... well, look at... I didn't have any kind of muscle tone to begin with and now...
Sam: Shut up. Look at you. You haven't been binging on anything out of restlessness, fear, self-indulgence, or self-pity. You've been careful. You've been exercising probably a tad more than you even should be right now. You're fine.
Me: ... I am no...
Sam: Look at yourself in the mirror.
Me: Okayyyy...
Sam: Does that look fat to you?
Me: Well...
Sam: *glares*
Me: Okay, fine. Still flabby and have poodge.
Sam: *eyerolls* We'll work on it. Slowly. Now stop whining and get in the damn shower. You'll be fine in time to be a superheroine.
Nameless/MeThree: Don't worry, darlin', I still think you're all kinds o' sexy.
Everyone: Shut up, Nameless.

Yeah, my brain is weird.

It is irritating that I've been inactive for five days. It's also eye-opening, the extent to which I've gotten used to being able to do situps, push-ups, walk, everything. Not to mention how scary it is to be collapsed on the floor for two and a half hours and unable to move because of the pain. I'm not sure if moving happened more because I was fed up with being immobile or because my muscles unknotted enough to be able to.

Anyway. Tried out the Cheetara makeup last night, but discovered that (maybe obviously) while the Lumiere palette I have is good for eyeshadow, not so much for face paint. So I ordered some MagiCake in the colors I'd probably need (marigold, orange, and rust) and I'll go over that with Lumiere and, since she has purple eyeshadow (of all things!!) do my eyes in purple. Somehow. I'll figure that part out. And I'll even take pictures, this time.

Wig shopping this weekend. Over the course of the week the rest of the Cheetara costume should come. I need stockings for Silk Spectre and that's about it for that. Maybe make a silver belt out of some scrap leather if I want to put that on instead of the vinyl one that came with the bought costume and/or do something about the gloves if I can/want to. But that costume is pretty much done. Cheetara, there's some chopping and sewing to be done. If I get everything together, that'll be this weekend. If not, next weekend. I'm really getting excited about this. I could do this. It'll be awesome.

Right now, I'm just stoked to be going back to work and doing things instead of curled up at home and injured and drugged. I need to get back on, well. Everything. Fucking injuries. Stupid damn wisdom teeth, but mostly, fucking injuries.