Dear Mini-Pharmacy Living in The Top Drawer of My Nightstand,

Words cannot express how much I love you. You've helped me through so much - whether it be boredom, all-night paper writing marathons, or panic attacks about the future (who knew feeling nothing could be fun too?) -- we've been through it all. Today when I woke up too late to brew myself a cup of coffee, and the thought of a caffeine-free morning being office bitch made me want to throw myself out the nearest window, you were there for me. Now I'm a mail-sorting machine!!! You guys are the best.

XOXOXO,

CF

P.S. - Don't worry, Jose, you jealous latino lover you - you're still my main man. See you tonight at 5? Don't tell Percocet. Last time we had a threesome together things turned out not so great.