My new favorite thing is replying with increasingly abstract nonsense when people ask me how I'm doing and then waiting to see if they just say "same" (they usually do). Yesterday I said I felt like dirt soup in a moldy bread bowl and today I am home sick.

Anyways, I am here to provide you with another porcelain-faced clown that looks like Erika Kirk, something no one asked for but I prepared anyways.

*scrolls through clown folder to find grievingwidow.png*

a jester doll with piercing blue eyes and a pink silk outfit

I hate being sick on Fat Tuesday, the day of Jesters, but I will gorge myself on comic and vidoe game to make up for that. I also have some peoeoeom and prose I should edit, but I kind of hate looking at and working on any of my personal stuff while I'm sick because then it will feel Germy to me later and I won't want to touch it again. I don't even like touching my sketchbook. It is Porous and it will collect Nasty vibes. My computer, however, is Plastic, and the filth will simply slide down under the keyboard and I will open the whole thing up and blast it out with canned air at some later date.

close-up of a jester doll with piercing blue eyes and a pink silk outfit