…I’ve woken up in a cold sweat. The room smells like tots. Tots and rum. I have hazy recollections of thumping music and falling lights and colors. Everything was colors. Loud, noisy colors. My skin is hot and painful to touch. I have a brief flash of Celestia shooting lasers at me amongst caged animals and terrifying waterfalls. From behind a Pinkie Pie composed of too many wrong appendages, Skoon is laughing. But that was just a dream. Or is the now just a dream? Everything is hazy. Everything smells like tots.

I put my hoof over my head to try and regain focus. Only it’s not a hoof, it’s a hand. I remember green duct tape and a botched magical experiment. I vaguely recall a packed room chanting “four more beers”… or was it “four more tears”? Pangs of sadness intrude upon the general feelings of euphoria. But then I’m back here, in a haze, sore and tired and vainly trying to remember the events of the past few days? Weeks? Only Luna knows.

Half-remembered faces flash amongst the colors. Faces both currently famous and soon-to-be famous. A static echo plays in my head, Big Macintosh yelling “Schmoopy-Doo!” Big Mac wears a fancy hat. Then a vague recollection of Dave Polsky eating food. Daicon Pony playing on a screen. But why is the rum gone?

Lollipops and so much dancing to arrows. Twilight Sparkle as a calzone. So many thank yous. So many people. Everything still smells of tots. Everything is tots. We are one with the tots.

I hug the pillow and drift back into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a delicious Sonic Breakfast with Eurobacon and a side of tots.

Tots.

It’s time for me to do the stuff and the things and ponies ponies by Celestia ponies all o’er the errehwhere!!!

So I won’t be checking this actively until next Wednesday or so.

Farewell my faithful… nobody that actually reads these things XD

I leave you with this: