Planet Tokyo 
Stirfry
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Impromptu stirfry
Impromptu because I don't think about cooking any longer and find myself having to 'surprise' cook. It's weird. Hours can go by and I'm doing my thing, without realising I'd better get a move on and do something about food.
The stirfry looks better than it first tasted. Used the last of my DIY Teriyaki sauce, plus chilli sauce, tomato sauce, stock, cornflour slurry thickener. Not as nice as I anticipated, as I watered down the sauce too much. But a good splash of soy and Kecap Manis made it edible.
I've come back to watch the Alex Jones (Info Wars) 'October Surprise' interview, but I'm not taking much in.
Think I've filled my head with too much crap today and I'm having an info overload or something. I've spent hours just looking at crap, and it feels like no time at all has passed to me.
Being here is doing my head in. It's like I've died and gone to hell. There's only so much music I can listen to, but if I'm not plugged in listening to something loudly, all I can hear is a blaring TV (even wearing headphones ... which I like wearing just about all the time, as I just zone out absorbed in whatever I look at). Mr Semi-Off-His-Face has an ear infection that's lingering (stuffed up not taking what he was prescribed, and then dawdled with the follow-up visit to the doctor). So he's had an ear infection for maybe 2 or 3 weeks and hearing loss ... which is why the TV's blaring. He also speaks really loudly when he addresses me (due to the hearing issue he's now having) ... and I have to repeat myself, what feels like a million frustrating times, to be understood by him. I might ask him to write me notes or text me. I'm not kidding. I'd be happy to communicate solely in writing.
The drinking is doing my head in so much, I feel like throwing back a few myself. Seriously. I just want to knock myself out. I want oblivion. Alcohol's no good to me, though. I can't drink. I'd just vomit. LOL
It doesn't matter how many times I ask that he not drink: he drinks. It's like I've never spoken. It's got to the point where I'm telling him if he doesn't stop, I'm going to have a mental breakdown. LOL ... think I've been having one the last couple of years. Wish it was over with already. I'm sick of this.
He alternates between arguing with me, defensive about his drinking and having a go at my various shortfalls (LOL ... plenty to choose from), or just laughing at me. Yes, he's laughing, while I'm probably losing the plot.
This is beautiful:
"O THERE came a wraith in the dead of night, And her rasping voice was cold and sad As she stood by the side of my small white bed,And tore what scanty elf-locks she had. And her face was round as the summer moon, And white and wan and heavy-eyed; And she wept and groaned in the weird moonlight, And oft she looked at me and sighed. O Banshee weird, I cried in fear, Why hauntest thou me in the dead of night? But a fearsome groan was all I heard, And the shrill, high laugh of a goblin sprite. And her garments rattled around her form, And the elf-man chuckled in horrid glee, And drifted away on a moonbeam white,And left the Banshee alone with me." [source]
Listening to Alex Jones is also hell. I can't stand that high energy thing he has happening. I'm in some overwhelmed state and listening to that is major overload. Not taking in a single thing.
Think the long spell without sleep did me no good. It was about 2 days. This overwhelmed, going under feeling, must be the come-down. LOL ... I'll probably snap back after a proper sleep. What I had probably isn't enough for the 2-day stretch I had yesterday.
1909 illustration
Music is never loud enough for me.
LOL ... I feel better for having seen this. I love photos. I could look at images forever.
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