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Dear Brain,
I went to bed early. Lights out, in bed, snoozing away.
I was being good.
Why do you insist on only letting me get a couple of hours of sleep? I'm tired. See? Yawning.
I know there's stress. It will get better soon.
Stop with the nightmares about tornados and moving, and packing rooms of furniture and crap that doesn't exist. It's getting old.
I've had it. Let me sleep or I'm going on strike.
No love,
Me
P.S. That last dream about the pretty boys in cowboy hats a la a certain upcoming movie? That one you can rerun anytime.
I went to bed early. Lights out, in bed, snoozing away.
I was being good.
Why do you insist on only letting me get a couple of hours of sleep? I'm tired. See? Yawning.
I know there's stress. It will get better soon.
Stop with the nightmares about tornados and moving, and packing rooms of furniture and crap that doesn't exist. It's getting old.
I've had it. Let me sleep or I'm going on strike.
No love,
Me
P.S. That last dream about the pretty boys in cowboy hats a la a certain upcoming movie? That one you can rerun anytime.
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