So everyone is messed up in some way?

Flutters.... what type of candy/brownies are are we talking about here?

Is Spike the only one without issues?

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With the presumption that we're going with the semicanon / fanon "salt as pony recreational pharmaceutical" thing, I think we may be able to register a guess or two.

I really like the Pinkie content here, especially the short description of her room. Nicely done. Check typography:

I thought maybe it was becomes you were scared

"Becomes" presumably is "because"?

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Augh! That was the typo I missed. Thank you. And yes, in reference to her blondies and brownies from before, these are weapons-grade snacks for military-level anxiety.

why is big mac in the tags from what i read nothing with him happens

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His role is coming. He has a part to play in this as well.

Yo, buddy. You still alive?

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Am I alive, indeed.

Earth, Wind, and Fire is alive and well, still. I have neither forgotten about it, nor do I plan to do so. However, as happens to everypony at some time or another, my life has sort of fallen into strange configurations and is in the process of being rebuilt:
* Two months ago, I started the process of buying a house. This is its own fancy ball of stress, mostly positive, but still difficult. Paperwork to find, paperwork to scan and fax or mail, checks to write, inspections and appraisals and audits, all to see if you qualify to borrow more money than you can hold in your head at once.
* Six weeks ago, we discovered a bed bug infestation in the rental I share with four roommates. If you don't know bed bugs, the second-most-common thing they cause is paranoid parasitosis: the fear that you're being bitten. Seriously, not only are these things hard to get rid of, but the measures you have to take to clean your house to make treatment possible mean living out of airtight boxes and Ziploc bags for several weeks. Cleaning up in a timely fashion so the house could get sprayed led to some pretty knock-down drag-out fights with my wife, not to mention my other roommates.
* Two weeks ago, my boss none-too-subtly suggested to me that I should probably consider changing roles at work, if not careers. I probably shouldn't get into the details, but a pair of recent conversations with my manager have left me with a sense that I should probably consider bailing on my current employment as soon as I can find something better, and I haven't really slept well since that talk.
* Last week, some coworkers at a previous employer reached out to me and invited me to fill the gap on their current team.

On top of all of the above have been the holidays, starting with my annual Orphans' Thanksgiving, then my friend's Solstice celebration, and now New Year's. As a result, I've barely had time to rub two bits together, and when I have, I haven't had the focus to actually manage to write anything at all. It's been all I could do to stop from going all Lesson Zero/Party of One on people, to say nothing of actually being productive in my personal life.

On the plus side, I can see the lights at the ends of several tunnels. The job should pan out fairly quickly one way or another, the closing on the house is the end of this month, and tomorrow is the second bed bug treatment. The move's in another month or two -- depending on how long it takes to treat everything we own so we're not moving anything infested with bed bugs into the new house -- and then I think I'll probably be in better shape to start writing again.

... just in time for con season to start, since I'm staff on Everfree Northwest and RainFurrest both. I swear, I got a lot more writing done when I didn't have any friends. =>.>=