It may even be the point a person may describe himself as actually bilingual, no? Or at least one of the "big" point. When the precisely correct word, regardless of language, comes straight to mind?

I managed to speak English mixed with Arabic today (more like English using Arabic grammar). And no, not while using cuss* words (because I can cuss in one sentence, using only 4 words, in 4 languages. Grammatically correct in all, of course, otherwise it's no problem).

I was impressed with myself. That didn't happen in a while.

(Going to bed now. Came back from a show starved and adrenalined. Bed be good now).

(asterisk)Hey, the keys for spelling cuss are the keys to use to spell "lonely" in Hebrew. In the same order and everything! It's like "and" spells SMG.

Perhaps HK likes not being fully assimilated back into the mainland?

When I was there, nearly every person I came across made it absolutely clear to me that he or she did NOT consider himself or herself to be Chinese. It was clear that the distinction's important to them.

because of Chinese quarantine restrictions on the horses being too much of a pain to deal with?? How weird is that?!?

In the 1956 Melbourne Olympics, the equestrian events took place in Sweden for this reason. (Well, the Australian quarantine restrictions, not the Chinese, but still.) Which is all fine, but now I'm wondering, why Sweden?

Canadia get its own team???

I still call it Bananada. Just for the Olympics.

Now I'm curious as to where Bananada would've entered the stadium in the opening ceremony.

Oh,for sure, but the Chinese don't exactly share the sentiment, as I understand it.

In line with the singing-and-dancing in public, only, you know, exactly the opposite, I just got up and sang out loud and even danced a bit in my very completely empty (other than a few traumatized ants, poor things, it's probably worse than any pesticide I could use) room in the university.

It helped to wake me up a bit, thankfully.

(I'm going to be all-whine and nothing-but-the-whine comes Thursday, aren't I? Sigh. The price y'all have to pay.)

I'm going to be all-whine and nothing-but-the-whine comes Thursday, aren't I?

So what? After that, you'll be a very happy and accomplished Nilly come Friday. (And hopefully, a Nilly who is taking the day off to sleep.)

So what?

I wanna whine about being whiny!

a very happy and accomplished

A really-actually-handed-the-hideous-thing me will do extremely fine, come Thursday morning. Oh, yeah.

All the following corrections (and there will be, serious ones, because I'm going to hand a very flawed manuscript, sadly enough) are not anything I think about right now. My horizon ends on Thursday.

taking the day off to sleep

As if I'll be good for anything else.

(All of this is a long and strange way to spell: Thanks, amych. You're great.)

Go Nilly, go!!

Jesse, how is your father doing?

(And thanks - it helps, lots.)

I only have to last here til after the holidays, right? Because, dude. DUDE. shoot me. If you love me you'll just shoot me.