Midnight Thinkers Mugs

"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."

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

That midnight hour when fleeting memories come home to roost.

"The overthinker"

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

Pachyderm insomnia.

Night-shift entrance

Pull and all nighter...

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

"Goodnight, Dan, you handsome devil!"

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

"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."

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

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."

Thoughts of Stephen Harper...

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

Insomnia.

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

'Sweet dreams buddy!'

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

'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."

"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."

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

"Must you bring your work to bed?"

"We prefer our idea people to present their ideas during office hours."

"Ask not for whom the refrigerator hums..."