Journal Entry.

Dear Diary.

Right. So the Disciple somebody suggested I should keep a journal. It doesn’t seem like the best idea to me, but what the heck.

I have no idea what to write.

So, right. Things going on right now. There really isn’t that much. I have to pay my tab by the end of the month. I can do that. At least, I think I can. I hope I can.

But apart from that, I don’t know.

There’s Aeryn, of course. She came back a little while ago and was just kriffed up. She was all delirious and she thought Crichton was alive and was talking about all sorts of weird stuff. She didn’t recognise me. She didn’t recognise the Jedi girl (Jaina, I think, the one who went with her on the mission) or the doctor. I knew I should have gone with her, but she said no and now she’s all back and kriffed up so much it’s unbelievable.

And Gavin. That is one odd situation right there. I kriffing asked him out on a date. I don’t do that. I haven’t done that for years - everybody I've been interested in I've just ended up drunkenly kriffing, usually without any eating or, sometimes, talking beforehand. I think me and Aeryn had a date once, but she was wearing a dress, so that doesn’t count as a date. It counts as a hallucination. I don’t know what to do for it. I mean, I know what generally constitutes a date, more or less. I just don’t know how to make it enjoyable, or if anything needs to be done for it apart from sitting down and eating. I mean, should I wear something formal? The only formal things I have are robes. They itch. Kriffing Disciple. I asked Aeryn, but she didn’t really say anything helpful. That shouldn’t really surprise me.

I would ask Wes, but he’d either laugh me out of the bar, or find out when it is and who it is with (I swear that man’s a kriffing telepath sometimes) and then laugh me out of the bar.

I got a book from the bar on the subject. It’s surprisingly useless. And I have to hide it, because if Wes or Aeryn sees I will die a thousand deaths. Probably more. And I’m not being melodramatic.

Wes seems happier now that Hobbie’s back, which is good. I just wonder what’s going to happen when Inyri sees them together.

Someone set up a brothel. For a moment, I actually considered applying. Tiniest, tiny moment. Not really important. Both Wes and Gavin suggested I should. They are completely insane. No chance that I could, or would, be a whore. Ever. Ever ever.

This is ridiculous. And a stupid idea. What if somebody reads this?

Yep, that’s pretty much it.

-Atton.

P.S: Almost forgot to mention. I also have a Dark Jedi bent on my complete and utter destruction. Which y’know, is an occupational hazard.

P.S.S: Kriff, that’s a lot of pointless angst. Things need shaking up. Maybe I should go back home.