It's been all morning and I don't know what to write.
I feel-paralyzed? Maybe not the right word. I don't know what to do. I wish
I haven't been able to find any answers.
Maybe Lamplight could
If I would ever speak to Lamplight again, he would have to earn the privilege. And he still might be a murderer. I'm second-guessing my decision not to tell Princess Twilight about him.
It's like I feel that everything's out of control. Well, maybe not. I can control things in my life. I just don't know what's going to happen within the next day or two.
But if I just get through this, I can figure it out.
Well, at least I know what I'm doing tomorrow morning. Mrs. Cake came by. Reminder: go by Sugarcube Corner in the morning for some of their rosehip tea.
I noticed Rainbow Dash hanging around on a cloud most of the day. Just before closing, she came down wearing a pair of sunglasses and hurriedly bought some flowers. She asked if I could be discreet. Believe me, I know how. Still kind of funny thinking that Rainbow Dash of all ponies could be embarrassed about something. I did need a laugh.
This afternoon, I looked at some journals at the store. None of them are as nice as this one is, or rather, was before it got soaked. I have one good page left after this one.
Tomorrow is the full moon.
You might want to cuff yourself to a water pipe in the basement, Rose. Juuuuuuust in case.
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And barricade the door. From the other side. Also bar the windows. And leave a baseball bat in the possession of a friend who can KO without death