For the first time in my life I am undergoing actual medical treatment for anxiety. Please forgive me if I come across as super stoked or uncharacteristically enthusiastic for the next couple of weeks, motivation hit me like a truck as a seemingly direct result and I don’t know where it is going!

_{Breakfast, the Rothschild way.}

Perhaps some degree of inspiration was taken from Rothschild’s pill-popping ways? Wow, what a healthy role-model!

Speaking of, I’ve gotten my hands on some more brightly coloured syringes and Hello Kitty dust-masks from Daiso for the aforementioned prescription-junkie.

_{Roths isn’t really a big Hello Kitty fan, just has a misled notion that soft colours and stylised felines will help soothe the patients nerves as they watch, fully conscious, while their abdomen is gleefully sliced and drawn.}

Roths is so important for validating my poorly considered purchases. Like, do I really need another lab coat? No, of course not, I’ve got like 4 already. Even if it is a really sweet Welcome to Night Vale lab-coat.

But Roths sure does!

_{Spectrum brand WtNV lab-coat, XS size, from TopatoCo because my hand slipped when ordering a Glow Cloud T-shirt for my father. With Tech Support’s credit card because I’ve been so broke these holidays I can barely afford to feed myself but would rather new lab-coats than food anyhow, so…}

Did I really need to ask the family for an automatic blood-pressure monitor? What use for such a device do I realistically have?

More to the point…

What use does Roths have for such a device?!

_{None. Roths can’t read. It was a trick question. But Roths still absolutely needs a manual one and a stethoscope as well.}

Essy and Roths have even secured themselves rooms in my copy of Tomodachi Life on Nintendo 3DS:

_{MaEmon even helped to write some songs for them to sing together.}

It is very tempting to set Roths as my default Mii on 3DS.

So clean. So pure. So casually homicidal.

_Wanted.

In an enthusiastic bout of misled Roths-esque scientific curiosity I was spontaneously overcome with an inescapable urge to violently dissect one of the recently deceased used coffee capsules from the Expressi machine, for research purposes…

_{It’s coffee. They’re full of coffee grind.}

What exactly I expected to find in there is still unclear.