http://www.livejournal.com/community/the_libertines/190466.html?style=mine Oh.
Just. Oh.
(I've had horrible anxiety attacks, and yes, I do understand, kind of, what happened. No matter what fuelled it, or how big it was, I would rather have walked on glass and boric acid than gone on stage after any kind of anxiety/panic attack. I guess it's not very different for anyone else.)
Oh. Staying up until 3.30 last night, drinking mulled wine and watching Boys in the Band possibly wasn't the greatest idea ever. Even though watching it while somewhat sozzled was quite entertaining.