Everything feels fake today.  The sky couldn't be much bluer, but it looks like it was colored by a million of those sky-blue Crayola pencils.  There's no underlying sheen of sunshine in it.  Everything looks like it was drawn in carefully, and flawlessly colored within the lines, and then immaculately polished.  The sun blinds me almost completely, but it looks dull.
Chocolate still tastes like chocolate, but it's become too flat, too sweet.  Everything has lost the best part of its flavor.  Nothing sounds good.