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[kittydesade]

A:　ここでは　やすい　コーヒーが　飲めます。　やすい　食べ物も　食べられます。
B：　しょくどうです。

木が登れます。　そして、　とりが　見られます。
こうえんです。

スペイン語やフランス語が　話せます。　ドイツ語やロシア語も　話せます。
ニューヨークです。　(Implying the United Nations building.)
　　
.... this is one of those exercises where I really should have thought this out beforehand, isn't it.


My boots are still the badassest.

And I'm going to start trying lace knitting on Monday. This is ... well, apart from being somewhat nervewracking, it'll definitely distract me from my submissions being considered. And whatever uncertainty I might be feeling about my writing and so on. Augh panic. I'm having that feeling again, the one that says I don't actually know what I'm doing and how the hell would anyone think I do, why would anyone publish this crap I put out. I hate that feeling. It needs to go away now.

Well, I have knitting. Finishing Black Ice, trying not to twitch when Scott Glenn shows up on Bourne Ultimatum after the last thing I saw him in was Sucker Punch playing the wise old mentor, plinking on my guitar. At least my guitar loves me. And I can see and hear myself getting better and faster at it, so there's that. Rarr, wolves and brainweasels, I stomp all over you. With big stompy boots. (And possibly I need to go to bed early tonight anyway.)