Merry Christmas!

Happy friggin holidays, people! From me. And Baby Jesus.

MSN. God Love You.

I was poring over my chat transcripts with my buddy Drew this morning trying to locate something I was sure I told him and found this gem from September;

Drew: What is it with women and Python? I get tired of hearing, "I don't get it. Why is that funny?".
Hugh: i leave it be.
Hugh: i don't get desperate housewives and that's fine with me
Drew: Fortunately Rose isn't into that crap. But we do watch a lot of CSI. I must admit that it cracks me up. I love their software!
Drew: There's nothing like a piece of software that will superimpose 2 face then throw a huge message on the screen in red letters, "Match Found"!
Hugh: oh hell. what the hell is with the lighting?
Hugh: if you have a lab, wouldn't you want it lit?
Hugh: "have you seen my microscope?"
Hugh: "so fucking dark in here"
Drew: But then how could I look at everything with a tiny flashlight?
Hugh: "where's the corpse?"
Drew: Follow your nose!
Hugh: hiyo!

You know you're old when...

You wake up after a night of drinking and spend the next 8 hours devising more and more elaborate ways of not working. While simultaneously looking like you're working. (this, by the way, is not as easy as it looks when you're blogging)

That whole hangover thing you used to laugh at others for getting is debilitating now.

If you could, you would pull out your eyes and scrub them clean since everything is slightly out of focus.

You danced. 'Nuff said.

Your plans for lunch include; ducking out, going to a mall and meandering

You turned 35 on the weekend.