It's Saturday afternoon, I'm sprawled out on the man-couch, relaxing and recovering from a hang over. And while I did get drunk, it was a very different night from my usual debauchery-filled booze fests.
I didn't get absolutely trashed on sambucca shots.
I didn't mix my drinks so much I vomit.
I didn't spill booze all over my new white leather shoes.
I didn't smoke a single cigarette.
I didn't send multiple texts to random past hook ups.
I didn't step onto a dance floor.
I didn't pash on with a single bloke.
I didn't stay out till the break of dawn.
Are you as shocked as me?
I was actually home on the couch by 12:30am. I spent very little money, and I can remember every single part of the night.
What the hell is wrong with me?