Walking Home and Not Thinking in Complete Sentences Because Who Really Does That, Anyway?

I'm sick of puddles, just get back to the apartment as quick as you can, it's kind of cold, stop complaining, everything smells wet, good thing I didn't wear those cute little flats today, I don't think that graffiti was there last night, I never know what all those symbols mean, they look stupid, how did I fail to notice my name carved into the concrete of the sidewalk I travel multiple times a day, amazing what you notice when you're looking down, well obviously it's not referring to me, it's some other Mandy, probably a smarter, wittier, prettier Mandy, well, all things considered, you're not that bad, I'm hungry, is there any food in the fridge, the answer to that question is always "no", must trek to Family Dollar soon, the last thing I want to do right now is study for a sociology test, it's weird that all the famous sociologists have beards, facial hair would be really itchy, awkward moment of eye contact as I flash my I.D. to the desk attendant, check, how sad is it that I'm out of breath every time I make it up these stairs, heater, make up your mind, one day it's a bajillion degrees in here, the next, there's icicles hanging from the ceiling, I wonder what it'd be like to live in an igloo, I need chocolate.