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// 27th April 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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9.00 AM

Why did this have to happen so close to the Gala? It's only in a few days, and already Ponies are rushing about, making decorations, and disturbing me every few minutes to check if I like the colour of the banners or if the bombe glacée should be boysenberry or coconut.

All of this is for what?

Just some meet and greet where, once a year, the elite of society can come and shake hooves with the only one who's better than them.

It's really boring. I have to stand there like an idiot for hours while they're all 'fashionably late', and really, all I want to do is get to my vanilla-custard-and-framboise millefeuille before it's all gone.

And throughout all this I'm constantly hounded by these stupid games that the stupid peanut plays.

What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on? What is she on?

Ok. Ok.

Calm down, Celestia.

You'll be fine. Deep breaths.

You have to focus. Focus.

Just keep your eyes on the prize. Fight through the rest and just focus.

The Scourge, right? It's all down to this. Months and months of all sorts of planning, thought, preparation and devising has led to this one point. See it through, that's all you need to do, Celestia. See it through.

I need a carrot juice.