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I luvvv my pill counter. Autistic craving for routine and organization fucking fulfilled. Plus I've got a little rubber dinosaur in an empty pill bottle with a really worn off label so I go "??? What is this" and realize it's a dinosaur. And since I'm not just waking up and trying to get medicine in me as fast as possible when I'm half awake, it's a silly little surprise in an otherwise pretty mundane and uninteresting task.