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[kittydesade]

1. Warum schreibt Claudia Handschin an Thomas? Claudia und Thomas möchten eine Brieffreundschaft beginnen.
2. Warum interessiert sich Thomas wohl für die Schweiz?
3. Welcher Prozentsatz von Schweizern spricht Deutsch? 65 Prozentsatz.
4. Warum ist der offizielle Name der Schweiz ein lateinischer Name? ... Ich weiß nicht. The thing wasn't explicit. Ich glaube, weil der Schweiz hat vier offiziellen Sprachen?
5. Wann lernen die Kinder Hochdeutsch? Sie lernen in der Schule.
6. Warum schreibt Claudia den Brief auf Hochdeutsch? Weil die Studentinen in die amerikanisch Schulen studieren Hochdeutsch. Which isn't the answer they gave in the reading but is probably more accurate. You write the language you expect to be understood.
7. Was importieren und was exportieren die Schweizer? Die Schweizer importieren Rohstoffe und Lebensmittel und exportieren Maschinen und Apparate.
8. Was ist die Basis für die starke Wirtschaft der Schweiz?
9. Seit wann ist die Schweiz Mitglied der UN? Seit 2002.

I may be missing some, I went through and did the easy ones first because I have very little energy left.


I present for your perusal, the next creation of CBS, a romantic time travel musical. I only wish I were joking. The hell, people? Seriously, what the hell?

Also, argh. That's it, tonight I am packing up all that crap I keep meaning to send, since none of it is exactly perishable, and I am shipping it out tomorrow. Because I really need to remember that. And part of it is that I keep shipping footstuffs and therefore I try to remember to ship it at the beginning of the week, but books and DVDs are not going to suffer for languishing in a warehouse over the weekend.

I need a nap. Or less house anxiety. Or both. Preferably both. Things are chugging along and at the moment, barring unexpected Something Awfuls lurking, it looks like this might all be over quicker than anyone thought. Location's good, price is at least right if not very right if they accept our first offer, size is phe-fucking-nominal, and there is garden space. Really, there's garden space in all the candidates, but this one has a location within walking distance of the market street with the bakery of nom and a couple local grocery stores, the Guitar Mama's pretty close... etc. Plus it's Old Hotness. Next Friday someone remind me or, well, most likely no one will have to remind me because I'll be bouncing off the walls, but next Friday if all goes well I will speak to you further of Old Hotness. And how absolutely hot it is.

And, really, it would also be nice if this does pan out so we can do the damn moving thing sooner rather than later and I can get on with my life. It sounds a bit warped but I really, really am getting antsy. I want to start costuming for Dragon*Con. I want to get some sleep. With luck, we'll be making an offer next week, and after that I have no idea off the top of my head what the timeline is, or even the specifics of the procedure beyond counteroffer/accept/reject. Hopefully one of the first two. Hopefully that middle one. Need to go back and look at my post of Syn's Awesome Infodumping. I may be taking shameless advantage of actually living here (the bank that owns it does not) and having done a bit of research on it. Also being willing to say scratches in the paint/wallpaper? Two and a half bricks falling out of the front stoop? Cosmetic shutters falling off? THAT'S FIXABLE. That probably helps. Right, that's enough thinking about the house right now.

So tired. So ready for work or anything to calm down now so I can get some sleep. Only there's more looking at houses this weekend just in case, and Arabic and hopefully not a game this weekend, but you never know. We did manage to trade out the rice with golf ball sized mold balls in it without a hitch, for other rice. The lady at the desk actually wasn't surprised and was going to show it to her co-business-owner and point out that maybe now they should stop putting wet stuff all over their rice and maybe they should scrap that whole pallet. Her tone amused me. I've used that tone before. Anyway, she was apologetic and kept our mold-golf-ball-filled rice to show him. And we got new rice.

Right. Home, guitar, food possibly maybe or maybe just sleep, comma, all of the. And I have to check in and then try and get at least some writing done, and triage the rest of my writing for at least the next week or so. Because this is going to eat my brain to bits.