Oh man. Now I feel really bad about not being vigorous with it, haha. Hm.

I don't remember the dose, because it was saved from my college years. I remember it being very strong having word from the person I got it from that it was pure. That's not the best, I know.

My tripsitter was someone that I trusted, which was the most important thing to me. We're both very open and flippant about intentions, and we both knew going in that it wasn't a romantic sort of thing. We've also talked about the 36 questions before- they're just really good talking questions. She was professional about me wanting contact, gave hugs, but knew not to give me too much credit as an irrational actor. She handled me really well, and after the trip I was really embarrassed but she assured me today that I was fine.

An aside, the cuddling thing, reminds me of this page from a manga that's kind of parallel to how I am right now.

Oh, no, it was not my first MDMA at all. I believe I've taken it... 6-10 times in my life? I considered myself a psychonaut for a few years. How far does your interest go?

The last thing, on reflection, is that there was this feeling of closure that I usually expect from MDMA, but it didn't come to me this time. It was the most disappointing aspect of the trip, I believe. I think it's because I wasn't successful in connecting my state of bliss to my current life. Note that this doesn't mean that the trip was a failure.