_*Yawns*_
It's three in the afternoon here. I overslept because I was up all night, being Pinkie's monitor while we experimented with a "cuteness high."
First we argued about which one of us was cuter, but we got tired of that so we just found a little kitten. We didn't hurt the poor dear, just fed it some friskees and held a small flame about three inches above its head. I let Pinkie do the sniffing.
For the first thirty minutes, nothing happened. But then Pinkie fell over. I put the flame out and helped her to a couch. And she kept mumbling. At first it was the normal rainbows and lame stuff like that, but then she started singing "Puff the Magic Dragon"
in a man's voice. So I stepped back and watched.
That was when things got interesting. Pinkie rolled over and inched on her belly like an inchworm, but she was on a couch so all she did was press her nose into the arm. I thought she was gonna smother herself. But then she all bounces and goes "I have a funny feeling in my toes so let's all stand on our heads!" And then she does a one-hoofed pushup while singing "It's a Small World After All."
The really fun part was at about five in the morning, where she was having an in-depth literary discussion with Theodore Roosevelt about the Socialist themes in Mary Shelley's
Frankenstein. Then she blew his head off with an invisible shotgun.
At eight in the morning she finally came down. Didn't remember a thing, but she was
really hungry so I had to go out and catch some fish for her. She craved tuna, I don't know why.
My professional evaluation is: "Cuteness Highs" are more fun for the watcher than the watched. Also, pack a lunch.
Good afternoon, kids!
Favorite foods: carrots, oats, sausage and gravy...