[ TWENTY-THREE ] ICHIGO, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.
I CANNOT FIND THE INDEX CARDS I MADE TO REVIEW FOR MY PSYCHIATRY SHELF EXAM. I AM ANNOYED. I AM FRANTIC. I AM TURNING THIS APARTMENT UPSIDE DOWN. WHAT. THE. HELL. OH GOD, I THINK I'M HAVING A PANIC ATTACK. BREATHE. IN. OUT. IN. OUT.
IF I CAN'T FIND THESE INDEX CARDS, I AM GOING TO FAIL.
(ICHIGO, IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THEIR DISAPPEARANCE, I WILL ARRANGE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO THE PSYCH WARD AGAINST YOUR WILL. I WILL DO IT. I HAVE ALL THE NECESSARY PAPERWORK AND NO ONE WILL TAKE YOUR WORD OVER MINE.)
BREATHE.
Oh GOD, I made such a MESS looking for them. Now I have to CLEAN, too. ICHIGO IS SO DEAD.
IF I CAN'T FIND THESE INDEX CARDS, I AM GOING TO FAIL.
(ICHIGO, IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THEIR DISAPPEARANCE, I WILL ARRANGE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO THE PSYCH WARD AGAINST YOUR WILL. I WILL DO IT. I HAVE ALL THE NECESSARY PAPERWORK AND NO ONE WILL TAKE YOUR WORD OVER MINE.)
BREATHE.
Oh GOD, I made such a MESS looking for them. Now I have to CLEAN, too. ICHIGO IS SO DEAD.