Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

Now that I've engaged in 5 consecutive days of rhyming, I'll give the poetry a rest, aye? Why don't I chat a little about my obsession with the universe that is SW? Here goes:

1. I wake up in the morning and turn on Clone Wars. I can only watch it for a few brief moments before I hit the shower.

2. While showering, I hum the Imperial March.

3. I get myself together and I'm sure to pack one of my SW reference books in my purse before heading out. On the way to my job, I offer my religious literature (No, my religion is not SW, it's JW.)

4. Once I'm at work, I take up my gregg pad and begin siphoning off a barrage of stenography. Seeing as I'm a legal secretary, and my shorthand is barely decipherable to anyone but myself, I hope people would assume I'm working. So I'm surprised when the resident intern leans over my shoulder and asks with a knowing smile, "You're writing about SW, aren't you?" As a matter of fact, I was drafting the day's blog, but goodness sakes! Is it really that obvious?

5. Come lunchtime, I head over to Border's bookstore where, incidentally, the whole staff knows me, and when I walk through the door, they pleasantly ask me things like, "So, are you looking for more SW items today?"

6. The second half of the day, I sit through what seems like countless hours, working my way through the mountains of nonsense my attorneys have piled into my inbox. As work comes to an end, my co-workers pass by my desk and bid me goodnight, or more usually: "MTFBWY," or "See ya later, Darth Vader!" (This is because I dressed up as Vader for the midnight premiere of ROTS.)

7. After work, I head to my favorite cookie store where I spend part of the time preaching to the employees, and the rest of the time discussing...you guessed it: SW! The other day, they brought out an interesting point: Organa had 3-PO's mind wiped so that he wouldn't remember that Anakin was Vader and was father to Luke and Leia. "But why didn't he have R2's mind wiped also?," I asked. "Because R2 can't speak," they replied. I pondered it, and it makes sense! Due to Anakin's modifications, R2 never reveals anymore than he must. And since 3-PO's mind was wiped, he likely wouldn't've asked about Vader's history, and since R2 wouldn't've volunteered the information, the secret was really safe!

8. On the train ride home, I browse through my SW reference book and wonder about my fellow posters: What did Vader421, Kermit, Mr. Yoda, and The Infinite Force blog about today? Did Jacen or Master Mike have time to make an entry? I just can't wait!

9. I finally hit home, and this is the order in which I do things:

A. Turn on a SW DVD
B. Post my blog
C. Plug it into the 2 blog threads
D. Respond to my Yahoo mail
E. Respond to my Verizon mail
F. Read the recent entries of those on my blog roll
G. Leave comments for those people
H. Check out FF & BF
I. Say quick "hellos" in the chat thread of my choice
J. Log off and go to sleep

So, there ya have it. I'm a grown woman whose conversation revolves around SW, who plays with SW toys, hums SW theme music, dresses up like SW characters, spends ridiculous amounts of time on a SW website, and blogs about SW on a daily basis. How pathetic am I?


MTFBWYA
-Tee