What's it like to go to bed at midnight?

Or SOONER? Seriously. I can't imagine it. To turn off the lights and TV and computer and get into BED. And close your eyes. While Letterman's still on. And bars are still open. I think of these things on days like this, when i'm utterly depleted and also fighting a cold. But somehow, I"ll still be up at midnight. I think it's environmental. If I was alone in a cabin in the woods, sans TV or computer, I'd likely be able to do it at like 10pm. Hmm, maybe that's pushing it. Instead, i'm surrounded by 2007 comforts and Dipshit...who'll traipse off to the same Hoboken bar for the 783th time. And while I'm REALLY trying lately, I've NEVER been the type who can "go to bed" unless everyone ELSE already has. In other words, I don't wanna be fucking woken up 20 minutes after I've dozed by some noisy drunken fuckface. Back to Dipshit, as I feel like bashing him out of nowhere...HOW does he do the SAME thing EVERY fucking weekend for YEARS on end? HOW? When I feel like a rat in a cage, I always mildly comfort myself by turning my gaze toward him. Same job. Same car. Same apartment. Same commute. Same stupid ass Hoboken bars. Same ridiculously wasteful calls for a cab, both ways, both weekend nights...and sometimes weekdays. Between $8 and $10 each way. Every week. For YEARS. You do the math. WHEN HE HAS A CAR SITTING OUT FRONT HE COULD DRIVE. Dumbass. Does he get THAT drunk that he can't drive? If so, DOUBLE dumbass. Sorry, I don't get getting SO drunk that you can't drive. Call me a control freak. Have I? Sure...but not remotely regularly. I guess this is morphing into a rant against CABS and lazy ass motherfuckers without any regard for money. In NYC, WHO needs a cab? WHO? We have like the most intricate subway system on earth. And, yeah, those 2 feet of yours. Waahhhhh...i'm a female at night, alone. Waahhhhh. And it's raining. WAHHHHH. And I worked hard all day. Wahhhhh. Ugh, I can't fucking deal with it. I INSTANTLY judge you if you're always calling/hailing a cab. And not positively. DOUBLE my harsh judgment if you're male. Pussies.