For all their kitsch, a lot of Abba's songs had a lot of truth to them--like this one. Problems always seem worse at night. And, for me, first thing in the morning. No matter what the problem, all my life when I was upset about something I dreaded going to bed the most. And waking up didn't feel much better. (Shakespeare was wrong about that sleeve gag.)
By midday I'm alright, and in the evening I'm quite good. But if the desire to cry is going to finally overpower me, it'll be at lights out. I even remember that from childhood.
(Except when I'm on Topomax. Then it'll be in broad daylight at abusy intersection of Cote Vertu.)