My uncle has come back to the cold North from Gothenburg on a brief visit. The usual happened. I got totally shitfaced. I got so plastered, in fact, that when staggering home I couldn't find my own house, and fell asleep outside in the cold (before I woke up due to barfing). This clears up my head enough to find the damn house. However, now I can't find my apartment. So I spend some time trying to unlock every door in the damn corridor while calling everyone I know asking where the hell I am. I eventually decide to give up, and fall asleep on the floor. There I remain sleeping until a kind soul approaches and asks if I'm alive, whereupon I magically find the right door, manage to unlock it and fall asleep on my own bed. Yay for me.