This post will be short. For the time being the Bed Bug Guy came and inspected thoroughly and it looks as though the itching and scratching could be a normal psychosomatic reaction to my experience, and the black flecks on my bed are pieces of lint and dust from my socks. I sleep encased these days with tights and socks and a long shirt.

Stop sleeping in my socks! They pick up shit from all over the floor! says Eliot, The Bug Man. 

In the meantime, I found out some useful information and scared myself silly. I prepared to lose everything left that I own and I faced total extinction of stuff. 

THIS IS A TEST. DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SCREEN.

Maybe I am "crazy" as the apartment manager said ("Bennie") when he came to my place at 8 a.m. this morning and yelled at the top of his lungs about what a lunatic I am. You could hear him on the next block. I've become the quintessential Jewish cockamamie meshuganeh! Well, he can kish mir en toches (kiss my backside!) Originally I DID actually have bed bugs and it was NOT my imagination. Thank God I pounced on this early. My son scared me silly with New York Bed Bug horror stories.

THIS TRIAL IS DONE. I AM WAITING FOR THE NEXT TRIAL. 

Meanwhile, I'll have some coffee and meditate.