Dear Insomnia -
I know that we have been partners for the last 20 odd years and while you've never been kind, you have been exceptionally cruel for the last 2 weeks. Usually when we go on a jaunt together you give me at least 4 hours of broken sleep, but lately it's only been 2 hours at best. I have been putting off playing my hand in this game of ours, but tonight I'm upping the ante. I try to avoid resorting to such drastic tactics but it's got to be done.
I know that this doesn't mean our relationship is over, I've made peace with our association long ago and at times, I embrace you. This is not one of them. For one night at least, I will be through with you. I will get some sleep if it kills me because if we continue down this path, you will be the death of me. "Pj's little helper" will aide me in my endeavor and with any luck, tomorrow will be a brighter day.
PS - thank science that over the counter sleeping pills generally work for me.