Dear Mr. Headache,
I know that you dislike bright lights, noise, practically every sound, but I cannot make special accommodations for you. You see, you chose to take up residence in my head in the middle of the afternoon when a bunch of activity happens and the sun is shining full force. That was not my call, twas yours. Now seeing that we cannot see eye to eye on how operations should run around here, I suggest your pack up and move to a different head. I'm sorry that this may come off as a bit rude, however, I do have a bit of studying to do and would like to get that done.