St. John's Eve

I was celebrating this lovely evening last night -- "celebrating" here having the meaning of "getting shamelessly wasted". I drank alcohol, I smoked (to A's dismay, the hypocrite), and I binged on popcorn and hot dogs. Everybody was having a good time hanging out although the weather was rather windy, but hey, we just edged closer to the bonfire. Then as the crowd started to thin out and things began to close down, I started hyperventilating -- I'm sure of it now, because I just read up on it. Was the alcohol's fault no doubt... and perhaps a lack of sleep as well. I don't know how long it lasted for, but I think I gave F quite the scare. And A too for that matter. Ugh. I almost wish I'd fainted instead. No I don't. But seriously, it was so weird. I also read that it could be related to panic disorders..... WELL.

I'm playing piano music on the computer in the living room, waiting for A to wake up. Then at some point during the afternoon I'll get going, and then I'll take the train to my dad's. We're gonna eat with some friends in Skodsborg tonight, I just hope I won't be yawning through the whole thing! And tomorrow I'm gonna earn som monaaaah! Thank God for brunch-eating people!