My brain feels like a mobius strip being marched on by fire ants.  Thousands of tiny feet stomping around and around and around.  I am making the bed and I find huge burn marks in the comforter.  I have nearly set myself on fire while smoking – not falling asleep while smoking because sleep is still very elusive right now and the cigarettes are gone and I am not getting anymore because there are two big burn marks and when did that happen?  Run on sentence?  Yes, yes it is.  It is the mobius strip of ants hard at work.  Fire ants.  How fitting given the state of my bedding.