I saw Mr. Constant slinging those candies around yesterday during a regrettably necessary visit to the office. He tried to tempt me with them even though my pancreas does not work properly.
I assumed until I saw Goldy's post that these items had been left in your drawer by some other person to caricature your life, not that you'd realized upon opening your drawer that you'd created in your drawer a caricature of your own life. At least one other commenter (#5) shared this interpretation.
The chocolate will make you feel better.
And the nail file will help you with the zombie hordes.
Nice!
Dang it, I guess I have to apologize to grandma for not believing in her razor blades and candy warnings.
In other news, I just came up with a truly great name for a line of tampons...