This time it started with a feeling like I was always running blindly through a tight maze of dank urban alleys.

Now, months later, it's settled into what I call hurricane brain - a continuous fierce howling wind whipping around debris. When it's bad, it's a firestorm.

Of course, the stereotypical demons are in there going at me with pointy sticks, jagged glass, etc. On good days, they sit down and play cards.

Today's a good day so far.