The day after Eurovision always feels like a hangover day even if there wasn’t any drinking involved. You just wake up feeling weird and confused with a touch of regret on your mind. But still, the main feeling is sadness that the greatest party of the year is over.
My freshmen year roommate was a complete fucking disaster but he would throw parties and everyone would pass out in our living room and every morning I left for class at 7am I would just get little choruses of “have fun at class, good luck” from hungover stoners and let me tell you, as someone who thrives off attention and positive reinforcement, this setup really worked for me