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Whew. It's been a long few days. Or actually, it's been an I feel sick few days. I didn't even make it into church yesterday. (I felt kind of guilty, so I put on some church music during the time I would have been in church.)

Good news though, I am finally feeling better. Pressure isn't building in my sinuses every time I bend over, and I can breath at night.

And Mom made shortbread today, at my suggestion. Or, as it actually went, she mentioned making cookies, and I went "ooh, shortbread sounds good" and thus it was.

We're starting to work on what to do with classes at Wright State, but I'll need to talk to someone about what transfers.

And I'll be babysitting tonight, as a last minute thing for an old family friend.

I was on a site earlier that was comparing the fanfic version of Qui-Gon to the movie version. (Star Wars, in case you don't have a clue who I'm talking about) I actually thought they missed out on something when they were doing their quiz. They were noting that in fanfic Qui-Gon comes across as more introspective and angsty. Which is true. But they were attributing it all to the demands of the stories that most fanficcers write, without considering something. Namely, the Jedi Apprentice books by Jude Watson. Aside from the movie, it's our only canon about Qui-Gon's character, and he does very often read as introspective and angsty in those books. Many times, fanficcers use those books for more information about him, while people who watch the movies don't consider the EU canon. It just stuck in my brain.

The adventures of Supermari!

Dispatcher of scary bugs and calmer of frightened six-year-old girls.

I mentioned earlier today that I was going to be babysitting for an old friend. It turned into quite an adventure.

First came the bedtime story, one that they knew by heart, literally. Add in so much as an article to have proper grammar, drop so much as a single plural, and they'd laugh themselves silly and correct me. By the end of it I was hamming it up, pretending affront when they'd correct me.

I ended up settling them down in bed, with Andrew doing his reading for school. Towards the end of those fifteen minutes, he comes down the stairs with a missing library book that his mom had been looking for for a few weeks.

No sooner had I gotten him back to his room and settled down with my own book than Caroline came running down the stairs, freaked out because a bug was on her bed. So I head upstairs, and pull part of her bed apart, shaking out the pillows and her teddy bear before finding a rather large brown bug on her headboard. Trust me, she had good reason to be freaked, I would be too, if I'd turned around and seen that staring at me. The bug ended up wrapped in a kleenix and dumped in the downstairs kitchen trash, and then I had to calm down a frightened six-year-old. So we headed back up to her room and I told a slightly mangled version of "The Twelve Dancing Princesses". Andrew showed up when I started telling it, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

I finally got them settled down, and about three quarters of an hour later, their parents were back.