At eight PM, I was tensely negotiating a ceasefire with the Las Vegas syndicate.
At nine PM, I tried to convince the academic board that the butterfly in question represented an entirely distinct species, rather than a variance in coloration.
At ten PM, I sloughed off some alleles that would later prove to be key evidence in a high-profile murder case.
At eleven PM, I foolishly sold a patent for a better mousetrap, to an online b2b turnkey mousetrap-software solutions enterprise.
At midnight, I was trying to calm the crowd of Brazilian partygoers, who had gone wild with the new dance sensation I had taught them.
Now it's about one AM, and I am ready to go out and face the world.