...an open letter to my brain...

Dear Brain,

hello! how's life up there? i'm sorry i haven't been checking on you lately, i was pretty occupied with heart down here. i'm sure you've heard about the accident, clumsy heart. I could still remember the first time he fell off that stairs , he almost died from that one, atleast paralyzed for some months,thank God he got well. I told him to be careful, but i think clumsiness and stupidity is an inborn trait. I mean with the first tragedy he must've developed uhm, a phobia maybe so the next time he pass that staircase he'll be extra careful. i checked the place, the lighting was ok, it's not really steep or slippery, it's not an "accident prone" area. If only he was careful and looking at where he's going he wouldn't have that accident. Or maybe he was so careful he just trippped, i dunno, he won't talk about it. all i know is the next time this happens i'd really think he's suicidal and i'd put him in an assylum, instead of the money leeching hospital he's in right now, that would be just right since i'm the one paying. I really hope this is the last time this happens.

So let's get back to you. How are you? I heard you've been gaining weight. You should get back to the gym, you could really use the work out, sweat off all those junk you've been taking in. I also heard you haven't been doing well in your job lately, failing to pass reports on time, sleeping on the job, coming in late, hitting on your boss(ewww!), i must say, I am disappointed. What happened? You use to love your work, you were excellent at this. What happened? Am I losing you too? I can't help but think that this is all my fault, I'm sorry I haven't been feeding you right and I don't get much sleep, Maybe that's why you lack the energy to do your job. But i will make it up to you, I promise. I'm all yours now, though i would check on heart every once in a while, he's not fully recovered you know. I hope you still have the zest and gusto you had before. I really need you right now. I miss you.

P.S.
reason has been calling in sick every time i need him, please tell him i'm getting fed up with it. I hope he's not developing a habit. If this continues I might as well give him so much pain he'd really be callig in sick everyday for the next ten years. Call me ok, or just write back, I'd really love to hear from you.



Love lots,
Todz