This nose is made of polystyrene.

It's about to rain. The sky is electric with nitrogen and early summer foliage. I'm craving a grilled cheese and a bowl of vegan chili from Bean Around the World because I haven't eaten dinner and I hate it here. This was going to be deeply introspective but I'm out of cigarettes and I'm too tired for self-evaluation. If I could, I'd let the contrast of grey and green mesmerize me into a stupor because I'm so tired of not being able to think of anything except how I still smell like your stupid perfume. Clearly I should have ditched Dove this morning and replaced it with sulfuric acid.