1.20 PM
The end of the month marks a celebration in Ponyville. Yet another one of those parties thrown by the evil Pinkamina. I can't keep saying this over and over, but yet, it keeps happening. Let my repetition be a sign of just how many times they've done this before.
What is there for her to be happy about, anyway? Really. She has no idea what is to befall her in a week from now.
If I only knew what was going on in the bakery. Maybe I should have had Spike...
No.
I don't think I could stomach it. I can barely picture it as it is.
And anyway, I'm not thinking straight.
Earlier, one of the decorating Ponies came in and asked me what sort of ice sculpture I wanted. I snapped at him, and told him to pick something appropriate that he thought was best. I think he was really affected by that because I had to mop the snot and tears off the floor after he left.
I'll need to apologize to him sometime. Whenever.
I don't know.
7.40 PM
Twilight and company always look so happy after a party, especially the ones thrown by that vicious beast. I simply do not understand it. Are they better in some way? They couldn't possibly be better.
I've worn a hole in the floor where I keep tapping my rear left hoof.
Nerves have long since departed.
But if there is one thing I pride myself on is being able to fake it.
I have a week to get my act together.