Brain: Get up! Get up! Dammit, I hate losing an hour. I want my hour back! Screw Daylight Savings!
Arms: Oof. Go back to sleep. We haven't recovered yet.
Brain: But I remembered to make you put on your new Lidocaine patches! Aren't they working yet? Those bastards cost money!
Arms: Hmph. Not when you forget to wake up and give us more pills every four hours. Besides, they came off halfway through the night. Don't you remember?
Brain: Not really - I was asleep; you were on autonomic nerve response (24 hours a day/365 days a year - like AAA, but faster response times). But anyway - nothing?
Arms: Wha'? Gerroff. We're sleeping; talk to us in two hours.
Brain: Get UP!!eleventy!!!
Arms: Fuck you.
Legs: Okay, okay! We're up! Dressing! Shoes! Arms, hop to it, or we're going out in the cold without a sweater.
Arms: Yeah, yeah, yeah. The abuse we take. I don't know why we put up with it. Give us more pills.
