Head, Knee, Hip, Shoulder, Neck, and Eyeballs have come together and decided that I, Anne Louise, am not allowed to go to bed later than 11:30p.m.

But what Head, Knee, Hip, Shoulder, Neck, and Eyeballs don’t understand is that I have quite a lot to do and I need them to pick up a couple more shifts during the week. I know that 18-hr work days aren’t much fun, but hey! At least Anne is getting her homework done and making money, right?

No, they disagree. I know they disagree because, in their long meeting, they decided that I’m going to be sick all week until I learn my lesson. Head is going to hammer into my bones until I fall over and rest him, Knee and Hip are going to collapse at work and in the elevator, Shoulder and Neck are going to fill up with knots, and Eyeballs are going to close at random times during the day.

Fine, body parts. Fine. I called in sick for work and took some Advil, and, of course, drank a gallon of water. Ya happy?

No, you’re not. Cause it’s Wednesday night and I still feel terrible. Do you understand that I’m behind in my Anthropology class and in my German literature?

It’s 11:36 and none of you are happy. What am I going to do now? I have to have Kapitel II of “Magie im Mittelalter” read by tomorrow morning, but Head won’t lay off the hammering.

Sigh. I’m going to sleep, y’all. Ya happy?

If I follow your orders, will you give me my voice back? And stop my throat from burning? I’d like to talk normal again.

And um… I don’t know if you remember this, body parts, but… tomorrow is my only day off, and, you know.. I haven’t really hung out with my boyfriend since Sunday, and, I mean, if I am a good girl and let y’all rest for a little bit, do you think you’ll give me enough strength to at least sit at a coffee shop and chat with Spencer for a while?

Okay, okay, I know, it’s late, I won’t bother you.