The Diary of John, the Least Interesting Stallion in Equestria.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Dear Diary,

Well, my pleasant but short-lived experience with young Mr. Spike as a house guest is at its end. Earlier today, young Mr. Spike burped out a letter from Miss Twilight Sparkle. I would normally find this odd, but young Mr. Spike had told me about it and, therefore, I was expecting such an occurrence any time soon. I do not recall the exact wording of the letter, but it was specifically stating that they would return to Ponyville today with the house. I am not quite sure how they would transport Miss Twilight Sparkle's library back to its original location, but such matters do not concern me.

Just before I left to open my store, Miss Twilight Sparkle arrived, looking rather worn out but happy. She thanked me very kindly for watching young Mr. Spike for her while she was away. She asked if there was anything she could do in return, but I politely declined. The best thing for me at this time would be for things to return to normal, with clogged toothpaste and lucky bits being the highlights of my days.

I would have given Miss Twilight Sparkle and her friends a welcome home gift, but, on second thought, I decided it wasn't very well-placed. In fact, having returned home with a house is awkward and exciting enough. A gift need not be added to increase the level of excitement.

Well, today I sold a total of two manuals: one for a lamp and one for a projector. It was quite nice. I have just returned home from my store, and am looking forward to a nice cup of tea as I read the E.S. 000 manual.

That manual. I love it dearly. It is so delightfully simple.

A note to myself - I must find a way to either wall up the doorway to that extra room or remove it entirely. I must find a real construction crew eventually. Until then, however, I have moved my extra cupboard in front of the unsightly door. That will have to do for now.

Well, that was it. Nothing else happened today, so...

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...my apologies, but I am expecting it at any moment. It's sad. I cannot seem to have a single normal day anymore. I expect some sort of "emergency" to occur. Somepony simply must wind up knocking at my door at any time now...

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...any time now...

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...Could it be?...

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...Yes. Nopony is knocking on my door. Nopony has some sort of emergency. Nopony has anything that I need to help them with. Not that I don't mind helping friends, but it's just nice for things to be back to the true way they should be:

Normal. No alicorns. No houses teleporting. No damages to my house. No cause for alarm.

Goodnight, Diary.

Sincerely,

John