Dude, I would, but srsly, I am in contract nightmare hell right now, working nights and weekends. I'm beat. Pooped. Cream crackered. It's 9:30 pm and I just got home. These are my days right now. So, E-mail me by all means, tell me what the problem is, but if I don't reply for a few days know that deep down I still love you, I'm just an asshole.
"But what is your E-mail?" I hear you cry.
Simia nomen est.