Entry 12

I have finally decided to give up the brownies for good.  After several weeks of intense fighting, I finally had a couple days of R&R.  It was great.  I was even free of Anakin.  Normally that would be a good thing, but in this case I think it backfired on me.  Since I was free, I decided to relax a little.  Somebody should have warned me that Corellian ale and brownies do not mix well at all.  It was a fun experience at the time, but looking back it is one I do not care to ever repeat. 

I do not remember everything that happened that night, but when I returned to the club the next day, I was promptly asked by the owner to please leave and never return.  That night I had the most disturbing dreams I have ever had the displeasure of not enjoying.  They all seem to blend now as I look back, but the part that sticks out the most is that I seemed to be paired at some point with every female in the galaxy and to my horror a few men as well.

  One dream had Master Qui-Gon and I in a most non-traditional relationship and just when I thought it could not get any worse it did.  First, I was in a ménage a trois with Anakin and the Senator!  If Anakin ever got wind of that, I would never live it down.  Then there was the worst one of all, the one I would most like to forget.  I cannot believe my sub conscious ever came up with this one, but after having an affair with every handmaiden the Senator ever had, things suddenly dissolved and I found myself in the most bizarre love triangle any brain could ever conceive of.  I still shudder at the thought.  I mean its one thing when they are at least living beings, but R2 and C-3P0?  I have always had an open mind, but I think my brain fell out the night I had that dream.  The Force as my witness I will never eat brownies again, what next?  Mace and me?  Yoda and me?  There are some subjects even I do not want to contemplate.

 While I am on the subject of romance, it appears that Anakin needs a repeat performance of the "Possessive attachments are forbidden for a Jedi" lecture.  This will only be my 501rst attempt.  His ears hear my words, but his brains refuse to register them. 

 He thinks that I don't know, but I am positive he and the Senator are sending secret messages back and forth.  I have never intercepted any of them, but I'd be willing to place a bet they aren't discussing politics or the weather.  I almost walked in once when he was recording a message to her, but given the nature of the small part of the message I did manage to overhear, modesty dictated that knocking would be most prudent.  Of course when I did enter there was no sign that he had been doing anything out of the ordinary, except that he was breathing a little too hard for the workout he was supposed to be doing.

If he doesn't start taking the hints soon, I may have to come right out and say what I know.  Ultimatum time is soon coming, and he is going to have to choose. It's the Jedi or the Senator.  I didn't make the rules, I'm just the mean evil Master who actually thinks the rules should apply to everyone, instead of just those who feel like following them. 

I don't want to go to The Council on this (Since they will probably ignore me anyway), but if Anakin doesn't start seeing the light soon he may leave me no choice.  I will give him sometime first though.  I don't know what those two are thinking.  They both know the rules.  Its not like they can get married and settle down happily ever after somewhere with two kids and a shuttle in the backyard. 

Even if they could settle down and have kids.  Is the galaxy ready for more Skywalkers?  I don't think the galaxy is big enough for one Skywalker let alone any little Skywalkers.  Knowing how Anakin and the Senator both prefer to do things the hard way, they'd probably have twins.  The thought of that is enough to make me want another brownie.