There was a time when I would look at my bedside table and it would be a shocking reminder of what kinda weekend I undertook.
Empty bottles, filled ashtrays, miscellaneous receipts with bar tabs I didn’t quite remember and a few other incriminating things I’d rather not commit to the web.
My bedside table is a lot tamer these days… it’s now filled with half read books and bottles of water.
I’m very overdue for a bender…