Midnight Musings Pillows

"I'd hate to think there's a national discussion I'm not part of."

"Sorry, but I just had an idea and if I don't write it down now, I won't be able to read it in the morning and realize it's insane."

"I'm too tired to be annoying right now."

I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd embroider my memoirs a bit.

'Did I sleep well? I didn't stay awake to find out. . .'

'I hear things that go bump in the night.'

Pull and all nighter...

Leonard lay awake, staring at - at apparently creeping out - the ceiling.

'I can't force jocose if I'm not feeling it.'

"Why is it always me that has to get up just as I'm falling asleep to do things I forgot."

'It's midnight, do you know where your brain is?'

That midnight hour when fleeting memories come home to roost.

"The overthinker"

'Your night writing book, madam.'

Pachyderm insomnia.

"Now tell us, Davey, what kind of rock did you use?"

"I'm not a mad dog. But I'm not particularly happy either."

"I suppose you're wondering why I've summoned you here at 3 AM, minion." "I try not to wonder." "After crunching the numbers, I've determined we'd increase profits by being open 24/7." "We're in the suburbs. Everyone's asleep." "Not true. By being closed at 3 AM, we're missing out on the potentially-lucrative Igor the Wino clientele." "Go to the alley and give Igor a 1-for-the-price-of-2 coupon." "Very bad man."

'So, ten thousand pounds could be yours if you call in and answer this question...Why the hell aren't you in bed?!'

Colin kept a notebook by his bed to write down any ideas he had during the night... "Genulph hyu donkey slapperthwaite."

"You wanna put that back?"

Mental baggage, a brain with a handle for easy carrying.

'You'll like this book. It's all about imaginary people.'

"I also have trouble sleeping. I don't understand why. No one I talk to seems to have any trouble falling asleep."

Greek goddess

Big Medium

'Sweet dreams buddy!'

Walkies with the Stars

"Eve, do you realize that neither you nor I ever had a childhood?"

Insomnia.

Expired, expired, expired, expired, expired, expired.

Tomorrow's another day, he thought, unless I get lucky and sleep right through it.

What are you doing up, mom? Big meeting tomorrow. Must be prepared. It's one a.m.! Go to bed, young lady. You need your sleep. It must be late. I heard my voice coming out of your mouth. Scary!

"Were you even listening to me? I don't have a mother to blame anything on!"

'Every time I go on an ego trip, I get hijacked by terrorists!'