In defense of my lack of a life:
1] I like to believe that I have a life.
2] I work full time all night, have about 5 hours of court ordered stuff a week, am currently working through a grad level analysis of Philemon published by Concordia, entertain friends w/ role playing games, write novels and short stories with a profoud lack of financial success equalled only by my hopeless determination, meet w/ a local pastor and discuss theology a time or two a week, research random things online as they grab my curiosity (Two weeks ago's topic was the educational curriculum of pre-Norman celtic monasticism and its interplay with bardic and druidic traditions), go to movies, train in the martial arts on my own, but alas, Sunday a duel w/ a pretty woman in the cities fell through 'cause one of my pastors had a heart attack. I was even willing to slum it and fence foil instead of saber, my raison-d'etre, I also have an exercise bike going whenever I'm reading or watching TV.
3] How do I have a life? Well... Back when I was younger and swam a mile or two every morning before Hebrew class, I developed a motto that has served me well: "Sleep is a poor substitute for caffeine", and diet cola is cheep.
MUAHAHAHAHA.
It also helps to ahve an 80% retention rate.
PS. If you want to know how the story "ends", or at least, the end of Lucas' original storyline, the three novels are "Heir to the Empire" by Timothy Zahn. Lucas gave him the plot line and Zahn, a well above average Sci-Fi writer, did them much justice. They were published in the early 90's, when it became clear that the movie deals for the last three movies would fall through. In all fairness, I must warn you that the world only gets cooler after Endor, and you may be sucked in as I did, until you end up reading a Star Wars novel a night for amonth or to until you get all caught up. (Looks for an innocent smiley w/ devil's horns...)