And now, the aftermath period. No, I am not talking about the period after Math class at your local high school. I mean, the aftermath of my attending VancouFur 2013.

First off, sorry there was no Friday Science Whatever on Friday. I just did not have the time or energy to write it between waking up, taking a shower, getting packed up, eating lunch, and then busting out for the con Friday afternoon.

As for Sunday, we were back in town around supper time, but I was busy catching up on hangout time with Felicity and the gang and did not have time to do one then, either.

So there is a three day period with no entries from yours truly. I feel a little weird about that, but the compulsion will heal and I am glad to get back to my daily routine.

Not that I didn’t have two tons of fun at the convention. I did. I had a ball. It was great to have a little vacation from my everyday life and spend the time just doing what seems fun at the time.

And it was great to get to see the people I don’t see any more since I sort of wandered out of the local furry fandom scene when things got just a wee bit more crowded than I could handle. I am seriously pondering trying to get back into the local scene so I can be a more social person and get to use my dormant and rusty social skills more often.

I really have no reason to hide away. I am an intelligent, charming, likable fellow with a sweet and thoughtful personality and a great sense of humour. Sure, I get sad sometimes, and I am certainly not everybody’s cup of tea, but still. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and I have a lot to give this crazy old world. I just have to go on out there and give it.

Work my magic on the world, and with luck, it will reward me with the good things I crave.

You know, like $money$. And all the lovely things it buys. Little luxuries like dignity and comfort and pleasure and access to life.

Gee, that would be nice.

Granted, I would have had even more fun at the convention if I had not messed things up a little by forgetting something kind of important.

See, I forgot my sleeping pills, and that presented a serious problem because the main withdrawal symptom of my particular sleeping pill, quetiapine, is insomnia. So I barely slept at all all weekend, and spent many late night hours awake and bored and lonely and irritated with myself, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.

That is not a wonderful way to be, and so I really wish I had brought the damned pills. I was very conscientious about all my other medical needs. I carefully packed up my insulin injection kit, making sure I had needle tips and cotton swabs, and my blood testing kit, with lancets and test strips aplenty.

And I counted out my oral meds, making sure I had enough of every one of those in my little metal travel meds case. It was all so neat and orderly.

But I forgot the sleeping pills because I don’t take them at the same time as any of my other meds. I was so focused on the other meds that I forgot the outlier, and hence I was stuck sans quetiapine for the whole weekend.

And so I went a weekend with almost no sleep, and that ain’t healthy.

So when I got back to town, and after spending a pleasant evening hanging with Felicity, Joe, and Julian, I deliberately took three quetiapine instead of the usual two. I figured, by now I must need to sleep, I can’t afford to leave anything to chance. Might as well bring on the sleep avalanche deliberately.

So I slept for pretty much the entirety of today, which should surprise absolutely nobody. Had plenty of dreams, a few which were, shall we say, unsuitable for sharing. But very nice.

I also had a dream where I was walking through some nameless city when I spotting a black butterfly hovering at someone’s window. It was around the size of a large kite, and there was something sleek and shadowy about it.

As I watched, its form shifted and shimmered like it was made of a black, oily smoke. It briefly became a inky cloud, then turned into this spooky black shadow in the shape of a man in a long black trench-coat wearing a fedora.

That then began flowing over various windows, and I felt strongly that it was looking for some kind of opening that would allow it to go victimize some hapless person in a horrible way.

And I was angry, and indignant. Here they were, doing this in broad daylight, like nobody could see them! I found that incredibly offensive. So I started yelling at it.

“Hey, asshole! Hey you, yeah you! I can see you, asshole! Knock it off or I am calling the cops!”

And things like that. Apparently, in the world of my dreams, black shadowy shapeshifting clouds are a fairly commonplace kind of criminal, and ones that should at least have enough shame about their chosen profession to operate in the dark of night.

Sadly, the dream ended there, or at least, that’s all I remember. That is too bad. It was very cinematic and I would love to have seen what I did next.

I was pretty pissed off. I am pretty sure I would have chased the damn thing down somehow. Make a citizen’s arrest, I guess.

Damn shadow demons these days, they got no respect.

So that was today. I imagine that I am not entirely done with catching up on sleep, so I expect I will sleep a fair bit more.

And that’s it for today. I will hopefully begin turning my convention notes into an actual con report tomorrow. If so, it will be posted to this space.

As for me, it’s time to go back to bed.