The Old

Is this wrong?

There is, by all accounts, a very fun and raucous party taking place in my house as I type. The BBQ is running, the sangria is made, and most people here were kind enough to show up (according to theme) in Hawaiian shirts.

I, on the other hand, have holed up in my room, changed into a light dress, turned on the fan, and curled up with my Harry Potter book. I managed to get overheated and overwhelmed all at once, and I've decided to take a break. From partying. In my own house.

Good Lord. I caught The Old.