Social anxiety. I haz it.
Will I choke on the ham? They'd have to give me the heimlich and that might ruin dinner, yanno.
Will I stutter tonight at dinner?
Will I spill food all over the floor or myself?
Will I commit some outrageous faux pas?
Will my fat body fit into whatever place they put me to sit?
And soooo many more thinky thoughts.
Coffee. I need coffee. 'Cause there's nothing like a hit of caffeine to liven up an already anxiously racing mind.