Pinkie Pie sniffed the air.
Then she sniffed some more.
Then she (carefully) sniffed her hoof to make sure she hadn't stepped in anything.
Nope, it was definitely something in the air (tonight, oh woah)
The atmosphere was wet with potential energy. Electric, you might say. Like the energy in the verse of "Let's Do the Time Warp Again" where they're ramping up to something big (in this case, the chorus)
Pinkie's nose itched. She scratched it. Something is lurking something is near huge was seconds from striking.
And then it hit her. A full body convulsion, like lightning. A Pinkie Sense eruption that violently shook her entire being, her muscles seizing and spasming as she struggled to breath, as if afflicted by strychnine poisoning. No, I'm not planning to commit murder or avicide; I don't remember why but Strychnine was one of many articles in a wikihole (is it appropriate or ironic that Wikipedia has an article about getting lost in Wikipedia articles? I can't tell anymore. Thanks for misleading an entire generation of the precise nature of irony, Alanis Morissette. Now that's ironic!) I fell into yesterday.
It was at this moment that it hit me.
The lightning was inside my own brain.
I wasn't having a seizure. I was having an epiphany.
The story continues in this blog post