21.10.06 - 11:48 a.m.

a bottle of lithium pills is an odd thing to run across while cleaning up one's room. my bedside reads a sad commentary on the year. two empty adams peanut butter jars that held bulk-made tea; tylenol with codeine; a heating pad; lithium; several half used packages of triple antibiotic ointment. it's almost laughable. a set treatment. elsewhere in my room there are happier things, parasols and a unicorn won at the fair, but here, closest to me, all this.



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