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Today's Horoscope (Virgo): You should relax and take it easy today. Your mind and body will thank you for it.

Early Morning

When I wake up, my head hurts like hell and my eyes are tight and blurry.

I'm in my own bed. I don't remember going to bed last night...

Twilight's lying next to me, sleeping soundly and wearing her favorite pajamas.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the lounge...did someone carry me up to bed?

It's two-thirty in the morning...

My bladder lets me know it needs to be emptied. Groaning, I sit up. My entire body is sore...

Taking care not to wake Twilight, I head for the bathroom. Once I've taken care of business, I return to my room. Twilight's still asleep, but I don't think I'll be able to fall back asleep right away, so I turn on the TV with the volume down, grab a soda from the fridge, and try to find something halfway interesting to watch until I feel like going back to sleep.

I've been watching some old movie for about an hour when I feel sleepy again. I slip back into bed next to Twilight...

Morning

It's past nine when I wake up again. I'm still sore all over...

Twilight's gone. I sit up. My head still hurts...

Twilight walks in, dressed for the day. "Oh, you're up?"

"More or less." I rub my shoulder.

"Rainbow and Applejack carried you upstairs after you fell asleep in the lounge," Twilight says. Blushing, she adds, "I, uhh...changed you for bed."

I didn't even notice that... "Thanks."

Twilight sits down next to me. "You don't look so good," she says.

"I'm aching all over and my head's killing me."

Twilight frowns and wraps her arms around me. "Just rest today," she says. "I'll let everybody know there's no way we're going to Zodiac today." She giggles. "I don't think Rarity needs to deal with that right now anyway."

Pinkie walks in. "Hey Twi-Twi, hey Flashie."

"Hey Pinkie."

"Oooh, you look like you don't feel so good, Flashie-pants..."

"I'm sore all over."

Pinkie smiles. "I've got massage oils! I can give you a nice oil rub..."

Twilight groans. "Pinkie..." She shakes her head. "How about you just bring him breakfast in bed?"

"Can do!" Pinkie says, saluting. "Be back in a bit."

Twilight frowns. "But you know, she's right about one thing...you probably need a rubdown. Not...the kind she was suggesting, though." She blushes. "I'll go see if Cadance has anything that'll help."

Fifteen minutes later, Pinkie returns with a big, hot breakfast for me, and Twilight comes back in with a big jar of ointment. After I eat, Twilight rubs ointment into everywhere I'm sore. The deep heat of the ointment is very soothing and relaxing...

Daytime

My bladder wakes me up. It's past noon. I feel a lot less sore...

After I use the bathroom, I wash my face, then head back to my room to get dressed. I go downstairs to find everybody in the lounge. Sweetie Belle has already arrived, and is getting the full Pinkie Pie treatment.

Rainbow's the first to notice me. "Hey Flash!"

Twilight looks up. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah."

"You're just in time for lunch," Twilight says. "We're about to eat in a few minutes."

Over lunch, we all get to know Sweetie Belle a little better. I learn that she's going to be rooming with Apple Bloom.

"I'll put in the order for a bunk bed tomorrow," Cadance says. "Until it arrives, you'll have to make do with a sleeping bag..."

"It'll be like a slumber party!" Sweetie Belle says.

"Hey, yeah!" Apple Bloom says excitedly.

The girls spend the rest of the day getting Sweetie Belle settled in. I spend most of the afternoon doing laundry and watching TV.

Evening

Pinkie decides we need to have a pizza party for dinner. We all sit around in the lounge watching TV and eating pizza.

"Oh hey look, here's Scootaloo's commercial!" Sweetie Belle shouts excitedly. She grabs the TV remote and turns up the volume.

"Scootaloo?" Twilight asks.

"Our friend from school," Sweetie Belle says.

On the screen, a flock of cartoon chickens is running away from a cartoon chef who's waving around a meat cleaver like a psycho. An anvil falls on him, and an orange chicken with a purple comb drops into view.

"Run for your lives, everychicken!" the orange chicken says.

The chef tosses off the anvil and grabs the orange chicken by the neck. She squawks, then shoves a lit stick of dynamite in his mouth. When it explodes, she runs away. "Don't cluck with me!" she yells behind her.

A professional commercial voiceover begins: "Well, Clucky the Plucky Pullet got away again, but you'll always find plenty of hot, crispy, delicious chicken at Chick-N-A-Bucket!"

Clucky the Plucky Pullet pops up over the bright, garish restaurant logo. "Chick-N-A-Bucket, where we really pullet out for you!"

Everyone is staring at the screen. "What...the heck...was that?" Rainbow Dash asks.

"Scootaloo's dad owns Chick-N-A-Bucket," Sweetie Belle says. "Scootaloo does the voice of Clucky the Plucky Pullet." She giggles. "And sometimes, on the weekend, she wears the mascot costume outside the store..."

"I'm...pretty sure that qualifies as child abuse somewhere," I say. That commercial was...holy crap that was lame.

As the evening wears on, I realize how tired I still am from yesterday, so I decide to go to bed early.