Saturday, March 22, 2008

Body-Mind Memos #76-77

Dear Body (bane of my existence),

I understand that you are tired…fatigued…exhausted. I do. I really do. But when I say get out of bed, I mean get out of bed. I don’t mean roll around listlessly, mutter nonsense, and cover your head with a pillow to try and get rid of me. I mean GET.OUT.OF.BED. OUT---of the bed---the bed you are in---get out of it. NOW!!! I know you can hear me and I know you know what I’m saying. I refuse to let you make me not do anything today.

Love From,
Mind

P.S. I will plague you.



Dear Mind (frienemy of my undoing),

Thanks for your letter and your generous consideration of my plight of debility. I understand that you are awake…alert…properly functioning in every way---mostly--- in which I wish you weren’t. Don’t take this the wrong way, but please, for the love of all that is holy…be quiet. And by be quiet I mean: Shutupshut up…SHUT UP!!! Just. Stop. Thinking. For once, let it go. Let me sleep, rest, rejuvenate---without the constant barrage of you telling me things I should be doing instead. I refuse to let you get me out of this bed.


Always a pleasure Just always,
Body

P.S. Plague away.

2 comments:

Genypher said...

I love this! Did you write it? It is very... almost poetic. I really captures that debate about getting up in the morning!

Kelsey said...

That's how I feel before headed to the gym. But instead of the word body, I use fat butt. =) You crack me up.