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[kittydesade]

Look at the drawings and form questions asking whether someone has ever done the activities pictured.
ひこうきに　のった　ことが　ありますか。
ドレスを　買ったことが　ありますか。
山に　のぼったことが　ありますか。
おさけを　飲んだことが　ありますか。
てがみを　書いたことが　ありますか。
でんしゃに　のったことが　ありますか。
おすしを　食べたことが　ありますか。
うみで　およいだことが　ありますか。
... I have absolutely no idea how to interpret a person staring up at an alien in a UFO. No sentence for you. Hah! Sentence! I suppose it could also be X-Filesを見たことが　ありますか。 But that puts ... no, that still puts absolutely no logic to it, there wasn't a television in sight in that picture.

ウーフォを見たことが　ありますか。


Every once in a while I wonder how I can possibly keep six languages in my head all at once. And then I realize that I'm trying to keep six languages in my head at once, write, edit, hold down a day job, keep an apartment clean, cook healthy meals, knit or spin, and relax at once and then my head explodes. Only not really.

There's a better than average chance I will be hiding in the house this weekend and doing very little except cooking and sleeping. Or possibly outlining. I don't know how I manage to do all this shit in one day, on a day like today. Three damn languages, some knitting, I fell down on making lunch for everyone but at least managed not to eat too much chocolate and/or other crap (the Lurking Bandit had a birthday today and for that occasion he had Tuxedo mousse cake) and have not yet killed anyone for babbling their entire spinning history at me over the phone.

I would make a very sucky parent. I would keep trying to do everything for about two weeks, realize I couldn't, fall into a despair of some kind and then spend the next five years trying to figure out how I could do everything and care for a small child. Unless I were a full time parent. I could probably do this in place of a full time job, keeping the apartment clean and cooking healthy meals kind of dovetails with the whole parenting thing as I understand it? Ah well. This is why I don't have kids. That and the not being able to afford them, kids are expensive.

Oof. Right. Well, I have a nutritious dinner anyway, no matter what the cat thinks of it, thank you for your litter-scratching-like opinion, Mikey. I have dinner, I have my Japanese book open, I have a big tall glass of, hm, milk, and I have things to do. Shutting up and soldiering. It's not like I haven't been doing this pretty damn consistently for a while.