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6. Make up introductions like this example:
Séamas Ó Máille is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i dTrá Lí.
Is Garda mé.

1. Bob O'Meara / Boston / siúinéir
Bob O'Meara is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i mBoston.
Is siúinéir mé.

2. Colette Fortin / Páras / múinteoir
Colette Fortin is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i bPáras.
Is múinteoir mé.

3. Jürgen Heim / Frankfurt / siopadóir
Jürgen Heim is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i bhFrankfurt.
Is siopadóir mé.

4. Ian Campbell / Glaschú / amhránaí
Ian Campbell is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i nGlaschú.
Is amhránaí mé.

5. Nancy Giles / Nua Eabhrac / rúnaí
Nancy Giles is ainm dom.
Tá mé i mo chónaí i gNua Eabhrac.
Is rúnaí mé.



I can't even begin to tell you how unbelievably tired I am. Emotionally, less physically right now but that was last night, everything. Part of me wants to go back over the last couple of months and figure out if that's justified, the rest of me isn't going near that. Probably just reading over everything that's happened... off the top of my head, coming back from the con, people at work going on vacation and then breaking their hip, leaving us three people short. Prepping for a show. Dealing with said show and another craft show down the street at the same time, leading to probably a doubling of the usual amount of foot traffic in the store while simultaneously having two people off the other side of town at the trade show. Unpleasant revelations from my past. Boy sick for an entire week with viro-bacterial brochomonia. I'm fairly sure I was sick for a weekend in there, somewhere. Dentist appointment. Okay, yeah, that's enough describing all the various exhausting things that have happened to me above and beyond the multitude of things I normally do.

... Okay, it took me about two or three minutes to remember what I had to change and then how to change the keyboards on my computer, this is bad.

The boy's going to try to go to work tonight, I don't know how good of an idea that is but at least he says he feels a lot better. And he kind of looks it, but I still doubt his ability to get through a night's work, to say nothing of the wisdom of walking into a petri dish with him this sick. ON the other hand, if he goes to work hacking and wheezing as he is, they can't very well argue about him malingering at home. Bastards. I know his supervisor knows he's still sick, he called the other day at a more civilized hour to ask how he was doing.

Still haven't gotten sick. Still a little bemused by this. Normally, given the close quarters, when one of us gets sick the other gets at least somewhat of a cold, a something. Right now? Nothing.

Right. What do I have to do today? Try and finish my Original Big Bang draft, I guess. Work some on the Horror Big Bang, and my daily Mary Sue comfort fic. Filing at work, plus whatever else comes in. German, Japanese although yesterday ... no, the day before was just rules, yesterday there were no languages. Guitar. Music theory can wait a day. And I guess that's it. Doesn't look so bad, assuming nothing else comes up and socks me while I'm down. Hopefully I can make it through the day at work. If not, time to curl up with my knitting and let the Elf Lord poke the new computer.