Last night there were good bands, good people, I'd been in a good mood throughout the day, but for some reason I just couldn't really appreciate a damn thing. Couldn't socialise properly.
Basically just a tense slog through the evening, going through the motions of social interaction, keeping a mask of relaxed enjoyment pinned firmly over my face for the benefit of all the eyes that were no doubt scrutinising my every move.
There were even a few moments where I felt explicitly convinced that people were talking about me, about some unspecified stupid and embarrassing thing I'd done in the past which was probably fresh in the minds of everyone but me. That's always a corker. To be fair, there is probably plenty of data to back up that sort of possibility.
At least I didn't spend much money, by my standards.
I even managed to stop myself from stopping in at another of my favourite pub for a nightcap.
Anxiety's fun, alright. I hope I haven't damaged any friendships by being so bloody dull. At least I did sort of cement one recently-formed friendship, so that's something.
Anyway, sorry for rambling. I dunno if this even made sense. Now, it's 7am - time to sleep off this hangover that's threatening to develop.
Edit: and now I tried to quickly add in a couple of words and ended up getting hit with the edited tag. Oh, it never ends. >.>