I know that we’re old friends, but I have to tell you: your timing stinks. I have a lot to do the next couple of weeks, and can’t really afford to be exhausted and draggy. How about this, I make you a deal: you leave me alone the next four nights, and you’re welcome to keep me up all night on Thursday? Yes? I mean it is the holiday where you don’t sleep anyway, no reason that you wouldn’t be perfectly allowed to come hang out.