The moral of this story being that it pays to just calm the fuck down sometimes. I've come a long way but seem to be really incensed over lies or anything that even has potential to be truly damaging to me. Particularly when I'm innocent, which is most of the time nowadays.
Note to self: next time, drink a cup of tea and stop being such a little pussy. And drink more Jack and coke next time you go out stressed. And just let the boy(s) make out with you. It'll make you feel a lot better.
I can't believe I woke up anxiety riddled about accusations I knew weren't true when I had just had a great night out and was sleeping at my friend's house. There's really no excuse.