Midnight Thinkers Gifts

"Honey, I'm having trouble sleeping ... and being your wife and mother to our children."

'It just turned tomorrow.'

"You go on in, I’m just going to catch up with the moon for a few minutes."

"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?'

"The overthinker"

"Ideas that jump from noggin when head not yet screwed on."

That midnight hour when fleeting memories come home to roost.

Pachyderm insomnia.

Night-shift entrance

Pull and all nighter...

"Goodnight, Dan, you handsome devil!"

"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."

"Let's go to sleep so that when we wake up today will be tomorrow."

"Honey, wake up. I had that dream again where I wake up and you get angry at me for waking you up."

'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."

"Someday, son, a giant conglomerate will find a way to harness the moonlight and make us pay for it."

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

"Wake up. It says here I was right about that thing I said."

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

Insomnia.

'Sweet dreams buddy!'

"The idea at 3 am. The idea at 7 am."

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

That's a street lamp, Steve.

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!

Thoughts of Stephen Harper...

'I'm going to the library to study, so don't wait up.'

'I know these safety meetings tend to run very late, however... '

"The magical time of night when the artist awakes, not with any idea, but with the murky recollection of an idea from the previous day that was not written down and is now lost forever."

"Must you bring your work to bed?"

"See, Timmy? No boogeymen under your bed — they're all out there."

"It's 2 A.M. Do you know where your p***s is?"

"Wake up, baby. I just realized how my insomnia is all your fault."