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Dear Body:
Now, I know we don't always get along. But I do my best to make you happy, despite how annoying you are. (The weak stomach, the colds you always seem to collect, how you tire easily, gain weight easily, and are altogether shorter than is optimal). But I deal. I cope, and I try to accept. And yet, this week? I can't win with you. It doesn't matter how much sleep you get, you're dragging around like a sack of potatoes. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it, but no matter how much sleep I try to give you, it's not enough. I can't go around in zombie mode, nor can I deal with the depressive feelings that present when I'm exhausted. No, really. I'm sick of your diva crap. Give me something I can fix or cut the crap already.

exhaustively yours,
Me.

(no subject)

Dear Body:
Now, I know we don't always get along. But I do my best to make you happy, despite how annoying you are. (The weak stomach, the colds you always seem to collect, how you tire easily, gain weight easily, and are altogether shorter than is optimal). But I deal. I cope, and I try to accept. And yet, this week? I can't win with you. It doesn't matter how much sleep you get, you're dragging around like a sack of potatoes. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it, but no matter how much sleep I try to give you, it's not enough. I can't go around in zombie mode, nor can I deal with the depressive feelings that present when I'm exhausted. No, really. I'm sick of your diva crap. Give me something I can fix or cut the crap already.

exhaustively yours,
Me.