Well, I've got to get to sleep if I want to go to work tomorrow. Which I don't really want to, but will anyway.
Emotional part of brain saying, "That job is so bad and boring. Get rid of it." Rational part of brain, "Don't ditch the scum job until you've got something to replace it." Rest of brain saying, "Enough argument! I need sleep!" Stomach saying, "You shouldn't have had that much spaghetti tonight." Butt saying, "You've been sitting here long enough. I'm asleep already." Hair saying, "Hehehehe. I'm going to give you bed-head all tomorrow, like I do every day." Eyes saying, "Either get this crap out of me or go to sleep." Mouth saying, "I need something to chew on."
My body needs to stop being run on a democracy. I'm switching to dictatorship the first chance I get.