Apparently, Pinkie Pie spent several hours checking her party cannon for any defects or problems, just in case that's what Discord was referring to. Pinkie has a tendency to overreact (a lot), but I can't blame her for playing it safe this time. Unfortunately, the Town Square ended up a hot mess of confetti and cake batter. Applejack and I spent most of the afternoon cleaning, and to her credit, Pinkie helped too.

That's really all I have to say today. I'll stop trying to write something in here every single day, but I'll at least try to update it once a week to keep up the habit.

Update for whoever is reading this journal. I need to warn you of something very important, and time is of the essence. Please #### everything except ### # ####### ### ## ### ### ## ######## ###.