What is it about
midnight that makes everyone so
introspective and
philosophical? Hubby-type's in the next room watching
DragonBall Z and the
cats are going
psycho around me.
It's very nearly midnight here, and I've reached that stage I always get around this time. What would happen if I hitchhiked to Maryland to see my girlfriend? What would my mother say if she found out I had a girlfriend? I lied to her, said I didn't. That hubby-type and I were monogamous, that we wouldn't take another girlfriend...
We lied.
What is it about midnight?