Planet Tokyo - The Kitchen

Planet Tokyo The Kitchen Dahl, Aloo & Jeera Rice (with own modifications) [CLICK IMAGE TO ENLARGE] Think I fried my brain yesterday.  Too much loud music, too much messing with pictures and whatever I get into at the time.  Gets me too wired to sleep until I'm exhausted, so it was also too much of a stretch without sleep. I'm slow to recover.   Everything is failing me.  Even my knee's gone.  Keep meaning to go for medical, but I forget. 'Fried brain' makes everything feel really strange, like putting your shoes on the wrong feet.  Everything is taking me a million years to do, there's frustrating mistakes, things are forgotten, and there's mounting frustration because I want to do about three things at once and I can't.  LOL Entire dinner isn't from scratch.  The dahl was prepared in advance and frozen.  It should have taken me no time to put together the rice and the fried (spiced) potato side serve, but it seemed to take forever because I'm uncoordinated.  It's also hard to shift focus from head space (or whatever I'm interested in), to practical space. I can't even spell 'dahl' today.  Assume that's it.  Looks like it is. Meal was nice.  But I'll probably have a heart attack.  I'm craving salt.  Things don't taste right without lots of salt.  But as I can feel the salt linger on my tongue, it's probably too much salt.  Have Yoghurt #7 (or so) fermenting on the heat pad right now.  So, I ought to have 2lt of yoghurt in less than 3 hours.  Mmmm. Best version is yoghurt and sour cream starter.  Very good result.  If all goes according to plan, it's another Chicken Korma tomorrow (yoghurt's an ingredient). Korma was on today's to-do list, but I stuffed up my body clock. Body clock seems to spring back to normal if I stop listening to loud music while I'm online.  But it's hard to stop once you start.   No cigarette today (although I'm craving a little), but I'm addicted to playing the same loud music over and over again (yes, usually the same one or two songs I like on the day), semi addicted to playing with and arranging images I like, and semi addicted to summarising things I'm interested in ... which sounds really autistic. Uh-oh.  Maybe it was better when I was addicted to cigarettes and long walks.  PS  ... Announced that I've maybe 'got' autism.  Reply was that I've got many 'isms'.  LOL Some woman on TV with massive tattoo job, inspired me to declare I'm getting a full chest tattoo. Was told 'no'.  At no point did I indicate that my agency/choice is up for negotiation, so that was rather amusing ... in  an annoying way.   I was only half serious at the time, but now I'm more keen.  Thinking European tribal markings of some kind.  However, as I'm not even motivated to go see about my leg or anything else, think the ink job may be a long way off.  LOL Interaction followed up by senseless bickering.  Can't even remember what about.   Seriously.  It was just nasty, oppositional, inconsequential crap flung my way, for no reason aside from maybe petulance.  [ Feel mean putting that in here. Maybe I over-dramatise when I'm offended ... ? ] No wonder I like being Lost in Space.  LOL