A scene from my weirdo life

I'm working on a work project right now and I want to finish it so I can reward myself by going to rossetti, perfectbinding, and proscription's triple birthday party.

About half an hour ago, I turned to Mister Smarty-Pants, who was curled up beside me, reading a Quantum Mechanics textbook.

"Which is more polite?" I asked, "'bottom' or 'rear end'?"

He didn't say anything. I looked over. His head was down, eyes shut, mouth open.

"Are you still alive?" I asked.

He stirred, and muttered something about how he prefers "undefined" to "bottom" because it's the more common term in most schools of mathematics, and then went back to sleep.

He's still asleep right now. The mister has packed it in for the night and I haven't even started partying.