You should tell your past self that. Probably your future self too.
Shhhh. Who would I even be without my periodic freak outs over stupid stuff?
You’d be my friend, but with the medical devices and massages you need.
I just got to the clitic pronoun section in the Italian course. Object pronouns might be the point at which I always give up. They aren’t hard. But they are hard. I have an entire 200-page workbook on just pronouns and prepositions. Will I give up again? I hope not, but, like…
If it makes you feel better, clitic pronouns are an entire industry for syntacticians. No one really understands them.
I mean, I understand them in theory, like academically, like, here are the rules that are almost always adhered to, but in practice I find it really difficult (and I assume? the other romance languages are the same) when certain direct object pronouns sound and are spelled the same as some indirect object pronouns, and usually you use them before the verb but sometimes you use them after the verb, and in that case you use the tonic pronouns, and some of those are the same as the subject pronouns but not all of them, and the indirect object pronouns usually also take “a”, except loro does not (lol, jokes on you!). And then you have the reflexive pronouns, some of which are also the same as the direct object pronouns but some of which are also not. Plus the impersonal pronoun si, which, if there is a direct object after the verb then the verb has to agree with the object, but if there is no object then it is just singular. And then, my personal favorite, ci and ne, which replace fucking prepositional phrases (but ci and ne also mean other things too; so does si for that matter).
And then throw in all the colloquial expressions that don’t really follow the rules, like, ever, so you just have to memorize them.
LOLOLOLOLOL. I can figure them out when reading (usually), and I can even fumble through them when speaking (usually, though I am sloooooowwwww), but when listening it’s just like blahblahblahblah TOO MANY REALLY SHORT SIMILAR SOUNDING WORDS ALL AT ONCE and I can’t tell what is referring to what.
Basically I need to practice listening and stop whining. Ha.
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There is a very fluffy kitten living in the junk yard by my gym. It is at peak cuteness and I want to bring it home so much.
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Gym bros make me misandrist. I had to leave my workout before I was done because of them. Gym bros are the very worst.
I have a tiny painful pimple thing on my finger, probably from handling plants yesterday. Owies.
I have a … tear (I suspect. You can feel the deformity in the muscle by running your hand across my quad) in my left quad that’s several years old.
I’ve never had it looked at and it seems to be very very slowly causing other weird issues around it.
Quad spasms galore today and tingling, numbness and occasional zapping pain.
Rude.
I was shut away in Boyfriend’s office trying to do some craft fair prep without the cats “helping” me. He was cooking. I heard him yell “NO GET DOWN GET DOWN NO” and put down my racks of jewelry as quickly as I could because I assumed there was a cat-vs-stove situation going on.
Girl Kitty had flown up onto the counter and went right for the tray of raw pork chops. Boyfriend grabbed her a little awkwardly, in his haste to get her away from it, and she clawed the shit out of his chest and stomach. She ripped a hole in Boyfriend’s favorite Beatles shirt that he bought in London. John Lennon now no longer has a face.
I can’t tell if I’m hungry or not…and eating is very much imperative. So multiple times today I’ve eaten until terrible nausea and heartburn.
I have piles of new to me books to read, but I keep downloading series I’ve already read from the library. At this rate my to-be-read pile will never diminish.
Still have snot. Worse, husband has been sick a full week longer than me and he still has snot.
I kind of had to laugh at that. RIP, boyfriend’s Beatles shirt.
I told the cat, “don’t attack John! If you must attack a beatle, attack George! No one cares about George!” Which at least got a laugh out of Boyfriend.
Gah! That sucks. Is it the outside or the top of the quad (vastus lateralis / rectus femoris)?
Rectus Femoris, BUT the pain travels in such weird ways now that it’s hard to tell where it’s originating from.
But yes, that’s where you can feel the big indentation (and see it at the right angle in shorts).
I’m allergic to my soap or shampoo or something. Full body rash, including my scalp.
That is not cool.
Ouch no, sorry.