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Nov. 18th, 2010 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
В каком номере они живут?
Они живут в ---- номере.
2 Они живут в втором номере.
3 Они живут в третьем номере.
4 Они живут в четвёртом номере.
5 Они живут в пятом номере.
6 Они живут в шестом номере.
7 Они живут в седьмом номере.
8 Они живут в восьмом номере.
9 Они живут в девятом номере.
10 Они живут в десятом номере.
11 Они живут в одиннадцатом номере.
12 Они живут в двеннадцатом номере.
13 Они живут в тринадцатом номере.
14 Они живут в четырнадцатом номере.
15 Они живут в пятнадцатом номере.
20 Они живут в двадцатом номере.
21 Они живут в двадцать первом номере.
22 Они живут в двадцать втором номере.
23 Они живут в двадцать третьем номере.
25 Они живут в двадцать пятом номере.
30 Они живут в тридцатом номере.
33 Они живут в тридцать третьем номере.
40, 44, 50, 55, 90, 96, 100, 107, 128, 200, 201, 300, 309, 400, 427, 1012, 2000 will probably
be done tomorrow.
This really should have been the icon for yesterday, but I spent all night cramming in last minute edits for my PolyBigBang, which is now posted. So. And Human Target, I did take a break for Human Target. GUERRERO. So much Guerrero. It was awesome. I loves me the pocket ninja.
Right. So today. Mail order sale. Not getting annoyed at A Certain Person who ... well, no. Not getting annoyed or bitter at them. Not her fault she can't multitask/work as efficiently as I can
It's a lot easier to work on a project with no quality control with an upcoming deadline, seriously. And for the tutorial, the workblog, and the origfic bingo, the quality control is different from usual, too. The tutorial and workblogs just have to be clear and sort of pithy. The origfic bingo I feel less pressured on because they're not Big Bangs, no one's collaborating with me and putting an effort into it that I feel I have to match and stress over. There's probably a CS post in that. And if I had access to my scratch pad I would write that down! STupid damn netbook. I'll worry about that after the mail order sale, but still.
The pressure is off. I feel as though it's off, anyway. I can breathe again, and I can write. And kick ass at this whole mail order sale thing. Apparently, though, I cannot tweet from this computer. Argh.
Stuff and things, things and stuff. I need to organize my brain, especially my electronic brain. Something to do at lunch. Tutorial. Workblog essays to start, plus fiction. Origfic bingo. Nano. CS post. Knitting. Spinning. Outlining. Projects that I should put in some kind of organized to-do fashion. And update my damn writing schedule and stick to it. That, too, got knocked down when I lost my netbook. Fucking first world problems. Ah well. One thing at a time. (And apparently right now that thing is checking in all the damn dye. Yeesh.)