a very exhausting week

Dear Kate,

We're pooped. Seriously. Three weekends out of town including a wedding and two reunions? We can't take it anymore. Here's a list of our grievances, simply for the last week:

Friday June 6th, you made us churn poor old Stomach with unnecessary worry. Don't you know she hates that? Do you have any idea the toll she took on dear old Esophagus? (No, no, don't blame the wine. That was a mere symptom.) We keep telling you you're just as fabulous as all your classmates. When will you learn?

Saturday the 7th, you very carelessly sprained Sleep. Sleep is our friend, and not someone you want to have against you. In the future, please do not fuck with Sleep.

Sunday the 8th, we're pretty sure you pulled one of us. We're very understanding (what with that being our job), but seriously? Knock it off. We could go back to the way we were in high school, and NOBODY wants that.

Monday the 9th, you didn't nourish us. Do you think emotions can function without rest?
Ignore us again like that and we'll repeat Tuesday. (That's right, missy, pony up for some kleenex before doing that again!)

Tuesday the 10th, see above.

Wednesday the 11th, you dare induce a freak out? We're tired. We've been through a lot. Do you really think that now is the time to wonder if you're good enough again? Please. We're begging you. Listen to us this time. You're smart, funny, and people like you.

Now give us a vacation, and we'll call it evens.

Love,
Your emotions