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?