Monday while working on transfecting those gosh darned cells again, I got a call on my cell from Phil. He was calling inviting me out to a bar in Wheaton for a drink to celebrate my birthday. He knew that I was planning on having dinner with Abs, and kept on telling me all day that I had to go out and "live a little" for my birthday and that calling in late to work on Wednesday due to over partying would be totally acceptable. I told him that I thought that there would be little chance of that happening as I was planning on having a nice quiet birthday considering that it was a Tuesday. His reply: "Oy Vey! What about having babies? If you never go out, you'll never have babies! Where will you meet a man to marry and have babies with? In the lab? I don't think so!"

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