I am doomed. I have a date... and only about thirty seconds to get dressed.

I had an uninvited guest today. I was standing stark naked in my quarters trying to pick out a dress when a dimensional being known as a "Q" dropped in to chat. Well, naturally I screamed for help and to my great pleasure almost everyone came running to my aid. Everyone but that idiot R'Merr that is, I suppose his head was stuck in one of his idiotic video games again. Sad really, I don't know if I should feel disappointed at his suddenly not being at my beck and call. I hope I'm not starting to look old.

But I digress, this Q person is one of a species who likes to gallivant about pretending to be gods, all the while they flaunt their base stupidity for all to see. What I really needed was a Fairy Godmother to help me dress, and what do I get? An idiot prankster. I swear if Q screws up my chances with Milton I'll run away and join a convent for it would be abundantly clear the forces that be prefer me unattached.

But again on the topic of this wonderful crew, it brings me such joy to know that if one is in trouble, all will respond. The warmth I feel within is beyond measure and even if a cosmic nuisance will be visiting for a time I can't help but be gladdened knowing I am among friends. Friends. Oh Milton, I am so sorry for splashing you with that hot tea and I promise to make it up to you somehow.

But what of Milton? He appears to have gotten over much of his initial trauma, he even joked with me about the tea incident. Do I detect a quirky sense of humour there? I must sniff him more closely. As for the now I still have the problem of what to wear, and no time to choose. Q's little leopard dress is fabulous but I still wish to remain as inoffensive as possible to Milton's delicate sensibilities. What do I have that takes ten seconds to don, and is non-threatening as well as insufferably cute? Oh my, why didn't I think of my holographic dress before? I haven't worn it since I was seventeen and Mother's Milk it still fits!

But what of… It's a terrible thing to have that nagging feeling of being watched, knowing that that Q being could waltz in unannounced at any time it chooses. I'm quite frankly frightened, violated even. I take stock of my duties, and find myself turned once again to my shrine. Then it pains me, to be so close to my quarry, but if the Goddess intends and he is sincere he will wait. Until then, a prayer and a firelight for K'Torr. A prayer and a firelight for T'Saal. A prayer and a firelight for my mother. A prayer and a firelight for my brother. A prayer and a firelight for myself… and a prayer and a firelight for Milton. I go to prayer, Mother Goddess shelter us.