I'm supposed to be at a Nine Inch Nails concert but instead I'm still home, filling the void with clown paintings. This week reminds me of the children's book where a guinea pig boy gets sick and an Angel allows him to escape to the day that should have been. The day that should have been is singing a Broadway cover with a jazz split at karaoke last Friday, folklore night on Wednesday, cataloging classes on Thursday, and NIN today. I imagine it while a Chaka Khan music video plays in the background and I drink coffee at 5 pm.

a haunting softbody clown with long legs and a penetrating stare

I spent a lot of last night sitting in my closet with the cats watching my YouTube weatherman during a tornado. His AI assistant went off and started roasting someone going by "deeznuts" in the chat for claiming that Ohio doesn't have severe weather. Some people were tipping the bot for its service and others accused it of having smelly breath and looking like a dingleberry. I heard the tornado went straight through our local Menards.