Life in a Bedside Table

I would really like to do a photography collection of people and their drawers. 

I went to look for my reading glasses (yes, they were perched on my head) only to discover five more pair in my bedside table. And this isn't all of them. (I may have a problem.)

And no, of course it didn't look like this when I pulled open the drawer initially. Everything was in a jumble in the corners. But for artistic purposes, here's my life in a bedside table.

P.S., Dad, there's the little furry critter Mom mentioned in the travel diary from Jackson Hole, without his nose and down to one eye :)