A Slow Twisting Place, Chpt 47 Update

It's still not quite ready yet, so I'm going to lock myself into a room today and try to plow through it.  Here, at least, is the first paragraph:

Sleep proved elusive.  Prowling around my apartment I felt weirdly wired, like I’d just snorted a line of cocaine.  That made it difficult to relax, and even more difficult to think.  But I had to think.  I needed to find a way out of this acid trip before my head exploded.

While you're waiting for the rest, click here to Read Chpts 1-46!