I’ve long since stopped correcting people on what my name actually is unless they’re friends of mine or people who matter. One of Matt’s friends called me Jenny for a few days before I got so tired of it that I had to correct him and let him know that I was Dani. Most people call me Danielle when they’re not sure of my name, and in most cases I just let it slide if it’s someone that’s not important enough for me to correct — on probably numerous occasions, too.

Later on today, I need to crack open my copy of Super Mario Bros.: All-Stars and see if a dead battery is what’s impeding my progress. I’d like to finish all eight worlds of Super Mario 3 before James is born if I can possibly help it…