*blowing nose*

Me: Hmmm, I need to write.

My head: Whateber. You need to sleeb.

Me: I don’t want to sleep anymore. I slept yesterday. A lot. And I feel better today.

My head: Think about how much bedder you’ll feel tomorrow if you sleeb more today.

Me: I’m on deadline.

My head: Yeah, but you may have to start ober anyway because of your computer mess.

Me: Are you trying to drive me to the bottle at 8:30 in the morning?

My head: Would drinking helb you sleeb? Then yes.