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09/17/2004: "Ajar"

The medicine cabinet is slightly open this morning, and I can see that its contents are, as usual, very uninteresting and uninspiring. No prescription drugs. Over the counter, I buy three kinds of analgesics and almost never use them; every once in a while I have a cold, or sinus, or allergies, and I buy a package of analgesic-plus medicine, never take any of it, and let it expire. Last time I bought some, I cut out the middleman by accidentally throwing the stuff out right away. Otherwise, the cabinet has thermometers, sticky and elastic bandages, nail-cutters, Rugrats toothbrushes, and a decorative flower
made of anti-skid material to glue to the bottom of the tub.