Notes to self

Brain: iz sleepy tiem. Make with the sleepz.
Tonsils: Stop that or it's scalpel time! Don't think you can get away with being all white and blobby on me! You need me more than I need you!
Lungs: Ahh, that cough. I think it's time you stopped that cough thing, don't you? Phlegm is so last season.
Heart: Oh dear, what have you done now? Ahh.. I see. Now, I understand completely, but would you just have a poke round in the memories (in the brain, he's not feeling sleepy right now so I'm sure he'll oblige) and see what happened the last time you did this? Brain will tell you that you were very lucky to only be ripped out once that time. Maybe twice. Or thrice. Anyway, we're not going down that path again. No. I decree it. It's not healthy, and pancreas and liver are not going to be happy with either of us if you cause me to comfort eat chocolate for a month.
Stomach: Ok, you're actually behaving yourself. Have you decided that prawns are ok again? Send message to brain either way, thank you.
Uterus: You're not scheduled to do that for another week. Please pay attention.
Legs: You guys are doing a top notch job. Thanks for all the hard work. You can has TEDS tomorrow!