I spent all night wandering around the hotel with a couple of friends who I would later end up in a relationship with, babbling about some deep deep holes in my

I spent all night wandering around the hotel with a couple of friends who I would later end up in a relationship with, babbling about some deep deep holes in my brain. Several times I said that I felt wonderful and amazing, and that I was not allowed to go looking for this stuff again for at least a year, as I could see how it could get addictive. This was something like fifteen years ago and I still haven’t had any urge to hunt down more. If I need it badly enough I figure it will show up in my life again. (Also it was at a furry con, which I guess is kind of a weird and magical space for most people; it was far from my first one, and there’s a strong component of work to them for me as I’m an artist who spends most of them hanging out behind a table drawing stuff!)