Fortune of the Day

Courtesy of Saturday night’s Chinese food dinner, this was my fortune from the fortune cookie:

Come back later…I am sleeping. (yes, cookies need their sleep, too)

What kind of fortune is this? We need Homer Simpson to write some fortunes immediately.

Homer: These fortunes are terrible. They're supposed to predict stuff and ease you through times of doubt and sickness.
Manager: Well, with all due respect, sir, I suppose you could come up with better fortunes?
Homer: You will be aroused by a shampoo commercial.
Manager: That's not bad!