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[kittydesade]

Direct object as pronoun
Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.
O spricht mir nicht von jener bunten Menge

... and on second thought maybe I need something a little less complicated.


It's been a weird rollercoaster of a day. Cold and gray to start with, raining when I went out for my walk so I didn't do any parkour on the slippery surfaces. Then got all hyper over Russian and playing around with Dragon. Then managed to get my lightwire and a battery for it, got some candy for the basket for everyone else and some lip gloss for me, got a Pamela necklace (no sunglasses) and then heard about Jeff Conaway. Was bummed for about an hour until the family presented me with the Hiya Set I'd been eyeing for my birthday money. And now I'm tired again and I just want to go home. Until I apparently made a date (we'll see if he even remembers) for the SPN con for a hug with Matt Cohen. Sometimes I should be removed from Twitter for my own good.

Even so. I'll probably get a badge and wander around with it that says @mightybattlecat just in case people ... hell, I don't know. I told him I'd have a guitar pick necklace. Maybe I can add some more picks to my TSO necklace and make it really obvious. Besides, chances are I'm the shortest person in the room.

Assuming he remembers. No, Jag, he's not going to remember, stop blinking and worrying.

So, yeah. It's very much time to go home, curl up, and pet a kitty. Maybe do some writing or some knitting, just, wrap up the day. Have some tasty dinner and wrap up the damn day. And then sleep half through the day tomorrow. Seriously. Ugh.