This Area Is Under Quarantine

"Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X. Let X equal the cold. It is cold in December. The months of cold equal November through February. There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature. In February it snows. In March the Lake is a lake of ice. In September the students come back and the bookstores are full. Let X equal the month of full bookstores. The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four. I will never be as cold now as I will in the future. The future of cold is infinite. The future of heat is the future of cold. The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September...”

I feel like

I could crack open,

like an egg,

or one of those

really smelly

French cheeses

that ooze

when you cut them.

Robert: I hope you're not spending your birthday alone.

Catherine: I'm not alone.

Robert: I don't count.

Catherine: Why not?

Robert: I'm your old man. Go out with friends.

Catherine: Yeah, right.

Robert: Aren't your friends taking you out?

Catherine: Nope.

Robert: Why not? 

Catherine: For your friends to take you out, you have to have friends. Funny how that works.