For those who build up a bit of a sleep deficit through the work week, the hours of decision are near.

Will you conk out in your recliner? Or will you rouse yourself and do a convincing impression of someone who, as it might have been observed by certain others, "Used to be a lot of fun"?

A case could be made for either approach.

Crashing early on a Friday evening offers the sweet comfort of healing, restorative rest. What's not to like about that?

But shifting into madcap bon vivant mode -- "Hey, I'm dancing!"... "Waiter, some more of these for everybody, if you please" -- offers a stirring rebuttal to those arguing that you have not only seen the hill but marched over it.

Of course, if you simply arranged to get a little more sleep during the week, Friday evening wouldn't present such a daunting choice. You might be wide awake and raring to go.

Come to think of it, though, maybe that's why they invented Saturday night.