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[kittydesade]

In Dialogue 5, Margaret's friend asks her: Маргарет, ты опять идёшь в Интернет-кафе? Скучаешь по своим? Margaret, are you going to the internet cafe again? Do you miss your relatives and friends?

Note the verb and verbal environment for the Russian expression of to miss
скучать + по + кому/чему
(Which, I note, doesn't at all address the use of своим as meaning relatives and friends. Stupid book.)

Я обычно скучаю по друзьям.
Наши родители обычно скучают по детям.
Мы в прошлом году скучали по соседу по комнате.
Вы в будущем году скучаете по друзьям.
Соза обычно скучает по мужу.
Ты сейчас скучаешь по родителям.
Иностранные студенты обычно скучают по родителям.
Я в прошлом году скучала по брату и сестре.



I was in the middle of doing this when I realized that I had to make sure I had kept all the grammar rules in my head from the previous 17, 18 chapters. And then I wondered if I was getting enough practice on all those grammar rules, and then I freaked out that I couldn't keep all those rules in my head at once. So we have a caterpillar icon. Brain, I beat you with my Misha conversation. Stop that. I disapprove of caterpillar brain and you understood him perfectly well even if you had about five seconds to get it all out and flee.

And now we're freaking out about how he might actually recognize me because I was the crazy Russian speaking girl at the con who also asked him about places he'd lived. Oi. I can't win today.

Of course, this is really all just an excuse to avoid thinking about the dentist. Which is sad, because it's just a simple cleaning and lecture about how I need to floss more. Which I do. Especially after Nashcon, when I promptly dropped out of the habit of brushing my teeth regularly at night. And it'll be over in thirty minutes, and it's not that bad, but I still hate the dentist. Too many trips of getting my mouth pried open and held there for a couple hours while there were any number of really nasty smells, sensations from drilling or buffing or vibrating, even worse tastes, and often, pain. Hell, i should dredge up those memories because compared to that, a cleaning and lecture is cake.

Right. There isn't much incoming. Hopefully there won't be much outgoing either and I can settle down with the mystery of that stupidass UPS thing and the day's shipping, and maybe get some writing done. Of course, I said that yesterday, so we'll see. I have my doubts.

On the plus side, I figured out my noir story submission. It is a bit cracky.