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[kittydesade]

1. У моего друга есть два брата.
2. В нашем общежитии есть кафе.
3. В нашем библиотеке есть читальный зал и буфет.
4. У меня есть велосипед. (Нет У меня нет велосипеда)
5. В нашем университете есть библиотека, музей и спортивный зал.
6. В нашей квартире есть СD-плейер и телевизор.
7. У нас есть СD-плейер и телевизор.
8. В етой книге есть красивые фотографии.
9. У нас есть красивые фотографии.
10. В нашем городе есть большие парки.

1. В нашем городе нет метро.
2. В нашей библиотеке нет буфета.
3. У нашего преподавателя нет машины.
4. У моего друга нет кошкы.
5. В этом маленьком городе нет зоопарка.
6. У меня нет сына.
7. У моей соседкы нет дочери.
8. В нашей квартире нет ковёра.
9. У тебя нет телевизора.
10. У вас нет СD-плейера.


Have I ever mentioned how much I love Sharlto Copley and his Murdock? Because I do. I really, really do.

So, absolutely no writing or editing of any kind got done yesterday but it was a trade off between getting a fuckton shipped out at work and getting the craft room picked up and ready to be vacuumed for painting and spinning, recovering from a bout of nausea and bile inducing PMS, and getting my shirts prepped for tie-dye. Which will happen tonight, yay! Today, tie-dyeing and maybe, maybe cooking (god I hope nothings spoils before tomorrow) and writing/editing. And probably poking at my spinning wheel at work, although I'm not going to take it home till tomorrow at the earliest. I need to pick up a little more around here, and vacuum the spare room, and let the Beej (our resident spinning wheel expert) poke at it some and tell me things. But I poked at it yesterday and despite the somewhat frightful state of the box it is running smooth and lovely and it is MINE. MY WHEEL. MINE.

Seriously you guys, you have no idea, we get these wheels in stock by making an order three to six months ahead of when we think we'll need them. Then we slowly run out of wheels and parts and have to field calls from people who may or may not know how long it takes to get stuff in, and build up a waiting list of more parts. Then we get them in and they all go right back out again. Gleep. But I've got a sufficiency, I think, right now, of parts and bits and things. Though I might steal an extra hook and an extra drive band just to have around because working with crafty machinery, even simple machines, teaches me that you can never have too many spare parts in case the cats go crazy and knock everything around the room. Thank god my sewing machine is older than everyone in my family but my grandfather and made of metal and nigh on unbreakable.

Um. Things. And stuff. I've started developing quite the little collection of dye supply materials in the apartment, which is kind of funny considering we have a pretty big industrial dye kitchen at work. Then again, there are some times when I don't want to make the trek in to work to just dye one leotard, so it works. God, I'm turning into my NC family, and I love it. I love it so good. Spinning, dyeing, possibly knitting and weaving up next, and it is so much fun you have no idea.