To the lady knocking at our door:
Please go away. We don't open until 10, as the sign right in front of you clearly says, and it is only 9:35. The mere fact that you've been coming by here every 5 minutes since I got here at 9:15 to rattle at the door some more only makes me want to open late.
To my brain/body:
Why do you insist on getting a second wind at a quarter to midnight, when you know full well I have to be up 6 hours later? It's very difficult to work on my NaNo project when I have to staple my eyelids open. Please let me go to sleep at a decent hour, just once.
(Except Thursday night, when I need to be able to stay awake to see "Goblet of Fire" at midnight. You can get all the second winds you want then.)
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