Rotating mental sandwiches of brooding cheese, sour pickles and chewy, dry chicken slices go round and round and round inside my crackling rotisserie powered thought process.

I involuntarily on purpose try to counteract with sweets, solitary confinement and general fantastical debugging of my programming which, of course, only leads to having to de-reference zero all over again.

So many sounds, so many distractions, so little concentration, so-so attitude, so good night…