I must be doing something right

I've had about 5 hours of sleep, and am currently debating about whether to go to the gym. And here's the backstory.

Lori emailed me last night because our friend Meghan was throwing our friend Addie a party for her nuptials this weekend. Originally it was at a restaurant, but Meegs shifted gears and decided to host at her casa. I was up, doing my "last night off" thing, which includes loud music in my headphones and about 20 different tasks on my computer, and Lori wanted to make sure I had the 411 and was coming. So I asked her to give me a wake-up call at 10 a.m. to get my butt moving.

Now some of you may think, "Gee, that's kinda late to get up," but consider that I didn't even hit the pillow until about 4:30 a.m. at the earliest. Plus the usual tossing and turning at 8 a.m. when the kiddo upstairs awakes and starts sprinting around the house. So 10 a.m. came pretty early, but I cruised to the party. It was lovely, if you were wondering.

After the party, and here's the crux of the story, I went back to Lori's to hang until she had to leave for work. She just got a Wii Fit, and has been hearing about Raeanne's crack-like fixation with hers. One of the things you do when you set up a profile is do a bunch of testing to determine your "fitness age," rather than chronological. Ladies and gentlemen, my fitness age is 31, three years younger than I am. Hell yeah!

So that's why I'm seriously considering going to the gym, despite the fact that I may actually fall asleep on one of the cardio machines. Consequently I should pick the ones you sit down on, rather than the treadmill, which I would stumble and face-plant on, or the elliptical, which would thwap me in the head with the hand thingys when I snoozed off and let go. Let hilarity ensue....