Traveling always makes me feel out of sorts when I get back. Adding to this are the remnants of the party scattered all over the house, including, but not limited to:
A bottle in the kitchen that says "Draco Malfoy sucks Frodo cock"
A square patch of hair clinging to my duvet cover, about 6" inches wide.
The inability to find my toothbrush.
Why someone would steal my toothbrush, instead of Squee's nifty Sonicare one, I don't know. So it must be around somewhere.