What does 'getting too old for this' really mean?  After my body clock waking me up at 6:30am on the couch, I got my act together and proceeded to a. make it on time to work  b. still get in a good workout  c. avoid any traces of a headache or hangover.  I've been warned that as I get older my unusual ability to avoid the awful effects of a late night of boozing will diminish.  I put that theory to the test last night, as a club called Cinescope in Hollywood had free Absolut vodka drinks until 11! Ed and I made our way there, met up with broken nose, danced and drank and generally stumbled around.  Then I ate pizza.  Then it was home and asleep by 1am.  'Falling Asleep' is a relative term.... The point of this being that I felt guilty when I awoke- I hadn't made my lunch, I didn't have my things packed up for the day, I didn't clean my room the night before, there were dishes in the sink (gasp!), I HAD BROKEN MY CAREFULLY DEVELOPED ROUTINE!!!!  After I sweat it out on the elliptical and got ready for the day and feel quite cute and put together I had a mini-epiphany: I can deviate once in awhile to keep those fun centers up and operational.  I can't just keep myself locked up in the 'tower' (aka my apartment) every night... it's possible to go out for a fun evening, stay up somewhat late and STILL make it all happen.  I just need to remember to regulate, free drinks doesn't mean consume at an all out racehorse pace.  There are benefits to moderation.  Ah, fuck moderation once in awhile! muahaahaaa.