Oh, come on.

[apocalypsos]

Dear brain,

Haven't we had this discussion before? Where on my four days off you absolutely freeze up but when it's time to go back to work again you suddenly go, "Yay, I have story ideas! Let's write!" You're on the wrong schedule. Please to stop only wanting to write when I have to work twelve-hour days and sleep the rest of my waking hours.

Dear work,

Please to be feeling the urge to give layoffs this weekend. I hate you and would really prefer not to be anywhere near you right now.

Dear body,

No, you don't want a nap. Well, you do, but you don't need one.

Dear uterus,

Dude! What the hell was that? What are you doing, juggling chainsaws in there? OW.

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[outsideth3box.livejournal.com]

"Please to stop only wanting to write when I have to work twelve-hour days and *sleep the rest of my waking hours*."

Wow! You are tired, aren't you?

Hee! Vibes at you with brainfixing vibes. (Cuz I'm awesome liek that.)