A conversation with my body. We prioritize differently but she's stronger and usually wins the fight.
me: Good morning!Sunday:
me: C'mon, get up!
body: That was only 4 hours. I require 8.
me: Too bad, there's no more time. We have to get up now.
body: You will pay for this. I WILL get my other 4 hours.
me: Whatever. You can sleep late tomorrow. Let's go!
me: Good morn!
body: That was only 8 hours!!
me: I know, isn't that awesome?
body: But... ::sputter:: what about yesterday? I'm still beat.
me: Nah, let's get up and write. The day is young!
me: Pffft. You are SUCH a wimp.
body: (ahem) um, excuse me?
me: I'm busy. What's up?
body: I'm tired.
me: So? I've got things to do. You can sleep tonight.
body: But it's Sunday. You have no plans.
me: Right, but look at this LIST.
body: Juuuust a half hour? Please? Pretty please?
me: Oh alright. Fine.
body: Ah ha!! Bitch slap!!
me (struggling weakly): Wait, not so fierce! A LIGHT nap.
body: Fuck you. This is MY time.
[an unspecified period passes in blackness]
body: Good morn! Take two. :)
me (fumbling for watch): How LONG was that?
body (beaming): 4 hours.
me: FOUR HOURS?? You NEVER nap that long!
body (flexing): heh. That was awesome. I had to knock you out but you know, all's fair in dreams & sleep. Feed me?
me: You are an endless bag of demands!!