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[kittydesade]

О чём идёт речь? Ваши знакомые Саша и Маша пришли к вам посоветоваться. Они показывают вам эту рекламу и спрашивают, стоит ли записаться на эту поездку. Прежде чем ответить, прочитайте информацию Узнайте:

а. Сколько дней туристы будут в США? Они будут в США одиннадцать дней.
б. В каких городах побывают туристы? Лос-Анджелес, Лас-Вегас, Блостоу, Фресно, Сан-Франциско, Гамбрия, Монтерей.
в. Какие достопримечательности они смогут посмотреть в каждом городе? Brickbat hatcatcher? *pokes the question some more*
г. Что будут делать туристы в городе Борстоу? Они будут идти в шоппингцетре?
д. Что планируется для туристов в Сан-Франциско? Экскурсия на знаменитом 39-ом пирсе.
е. Ваши знакомы Саша и Маша хотят поехать в маленькой группе. Они готовы жить вместе в одном номере. Сколько им надо будет заплатить за экскурсию? Они надо будет заплатить 3.330б00 у.е.
ж. За что надо заплатить дополнительно? Медицинская страховка и виза.


Oh shit. There goes the planet Jurassic Park. Admittedly, woolly mammoth. We have a lot more to go on with those in terms of, well, almost everything. But still.

Brr and oof and words like those. Still have no idea what the hell happened last night, and I'm not sure I want to know more than I do. Yes that was cryptic, no you do not get an explanation.

Still cold. Still bloody freezing, but at least it's a more normal winter type bloody freezing for around here instead of oh look, my arm has snapped off like an icicle and shattered on the floor cold. I much prefer normal winter type bloody freezing. I don't end up looking like someone's babushka.

If this week ends up at all more normal than last week I will be muchly grateful. Between the snow and the ambushing head cold of mocoso doom, I have no idea where the week went but I only managed to work two days and that irks me. Bonus points for the boy coming home sick yesterday and refusing to go to bed like a sane person despite clearly being hot, clammy, and running a fever. Argh. On the plus side, I suppose, it actually seems like I didn't catch whatever he had. Mostly due to either shoving him into the bedroom or locking myself into the bedroom and being surly.

Um. Things. Stuff. I have stomped all over the C-chord. Like a boss. I seriously don't know what's up with that, I don't remember having nearly this much trouble the last time I picked up the guitar, and even the F-chord isn't giving me this much trouble. On the other hand, chord changes are coming quicker. Which is a good thing. Writing continues. Very, very slowly. It would probably continue faster if I had a more concrete sense of just what the hell happened last week, and if I would learn to stop being stubborn and put aside the damn story that's bugging me and work on something else instead of sinking my teeth into it like a rabid badger and not letting go till I see the jaws of life. Murdock got his last kitten shot. Given that it took three people to hold him down for it, we're sedating him for his chipping.

Still way more enamored of Bruce Boxleitner than I probably should be. Which is what happen when you spend half the weekend and an entire sick day curled up watching Babylon 5.