I’m almost ready to go out when there’s a knock at the door. I open it and am appalled to see myself swaying slightly on the front step.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing here? You’re drunk aren’t you?” I knew it was pointless, being angry at myself, I’d promised I wasn’t going to use the time machine to get extra sleep tonight, a promise I now knew I was going to break.
“Hello mate!" He bellowed, grinning as he did so. "Fancy seeing me here, I would’ve waited until I’d gone out but you lost our keys.” God I’m an idiot when I’m drunk, no one should have to see themselves like this.
“Look just come in and go to bed, I’ll get some water for you, I don’t want to wake up tomorrow with a hangover.” As I get the water I put my keys on the kitchen table, after all, I know I'm not going to need them later.
I get back into the lounge to see myself asleep on the sofa, dribbling over the cushions and snoring. No one should ever have to see themselves like this.