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Léigh an comhrá agus freagair na ceisteanna. (Read the conversation and answer the questions.) (Do not get distracted by similarities to German.) (New vocab in bold.)

Úna: Dia dhuit, is mise do chomharsa nua, in árasán a deich.
Una: Hello, I'm your new neighbor, in flat 10.

Máire: Ó, conas tá tú?
Maire: Oh, how are you?

Úna: Tá mé go breá, go raibh maith agat.
Una: I'm fine, thank you.

Máire: Tar isteach. Cad is ainm duit? Is mise Máire.
Maire: Come in. What is your name? I'm Maire.

Úna: Mise Úna.
Una: I'm Una.

Máire: Suigh síos.
Maire: Have a seat/Sit down [please, implied].

Úna: Go raibh maith agat.
Una: Thank you.


Oogh. Marriott Zerg Rush today. I wonder if it'll be better than previous years, although somehow I doubt it.

One of these days I really am going to start getting to bed at a decent hour. Or not getting up at the asscrack of dawn, or both. On the other hand, I did not go for a walk this morning, on account of it was barely above freezing at my usual walking hour. Literally. And still dark. And at this rate I almost think I might as well just start jumping rope in the morning and cut out the walk/run/thing all together.

... And the Marriott Zerg Rush is over. Or at least, this zerg's rush is over, and that was oddly easy. On the other hand, a lot of other people are saying it was oddly easy and I think my strategy of hitting it up at the earliest possible moment helped. Also the fact that I type at about 100 words per minute. At any rate, the boy and I have a hotel room for the coming Dragon*Con in the same hotel we were in this past year, so we're near the costume catwalk and the blood drive and central to the other hotels and so on and so forth. Also in the geekreek swamp, but oh well. We've got a confirmation number and everything, we are SET. I swear, we wouldn't go to this if we had to fly down, but since it's basically just pack shit into the car and go, it's so much easier. Of course, this means I need to work on my costumes. Bleh. Next weekend. Sorting out the shit in the craft room this week.

Things. Stuff. So tired. Slept a good chunk of the weekend and still tired. No deadlines this week, though, and the aunt and uncle who were on vacation are now back so we're less understaffed, and. With no incoming maybe I'll actually be able to get writing done during the day, and then nap when I get home. That would be very, very nice.