I wish I was as tired in bed at night as I am after lunch at work.

Welcome to your 40s: it’s Saturday night so you know what that means, absolutely nothing, go to bed.

My neighbors were up shouting all night. I could barely hear my bagpipes.

The night is dark and full of terrors. My day is long and full of meetings. Same thing.

If you’re cremated after you die, you can be put into an hourglass and continue to participate in family game night.

I truly wonder what it sounded like when Medusa washed her hair at night.

I always bring a glass of water to bed with me so I have something to knock over in the middle of the night.

This time last night, there was a spider so big in my bathroom it put me under a glass on a postcard and carried me out.

A good man is hard to find, but a babysitter for Friday night is harder.

I stay up late every night, regret it in the morning, and the next day I do it all over again.

Had a king sized bed all to myself last night. Must be what Rose felt like on that door.

I used to party all night. Now I check the weather forecast for the next day to see if it’s a good laundry day.

Insomnia sharpens your math skills because you spend all night calculating how much sleep you’ll get if you’re able to β€˜fall asleep right now.’

My daily routine. Morning: Feeling tired, cranky and lazy. Afternoon: I could go for a nap. Night: I can’t sleep.

You have never experienced true fear until a poster falls off the wall in the middle of the night.