Dear Self,
Sorry for only getting a few hours of sleep on the weekend, and for accidentally typing sleep as “slepe” the first time in that last sentence. I know that you had a pretty rough day at work today, running on only three hours of sleep and all, and I promise to be more mindfull of your nappy-time needs in the future. For future reference, 6-8 hours = good; 3-4 hours = pointless.
Best wishes on your journey to dreamland, to commence in about thirty seconds…
– Me