Scatter Patterns

One day in August, I didn't leave the apartment until about midnight.  (It was my own fault; the result of procrastination and dictated  by a deadline.)  

On such days, I find the desire to eat when one hasn't really moved to be the greatest source of disorientation.  The brain needs something to get going, but the body certainly doesn't.  I decided to indulge in some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, or Kraft Dinner (KD), in Canadian parlance.  

After boiling water, I dumped the noodles into the pot, didn't stir, hurried back to the computer.  Within minutes, they had over-cooked themselves into a gluey mass, and burned to the bottom of the pot.  Having never known anyone incompetent enough to burn pasta, this was a new and unpleasant experience for me...

... And it presented the concern of imbalance- one pack of instant cheese, no pasta.  

My solution inspired a bout of the psychosis.  I still cannot rationalize it, and I have indeed tried; and yet, there is something hilarious about the incident to me.  (pictured.)  Something about the way the noodles fell from the strainer, scattered, and the angle of the holes, and the white kitchen, the plastic, the seashell of ash on the stove struck me as hilarious, and drove me to document.  Not soon after the initial hilarity, the act of documenting, too, inflamed the psychosis; the awareness of the absurdity always serves to enhance, not undermine it.  

In the end, I lost time on the project in attempt to clean the pot, aerate the apartment of the burnt stench, and make new noodles.  There is probably a lesson in this somewhere...  (Spend as much time as you want making meals, even if you should be doing something else?)