Nathan is practicing Hindemith for a tubist he's accompanying in a recital this evening. Given our apartment size, he's about four feet away from me at any given time whether I'm at the computer, in the kitchen, or reading on the couch.
Nathan does not like Hindemith.
I do not like Hindemith very much, either.
A few minutes ago he muttered, "I'm going to kill myself."
I replied, "I'm going to kill you first!"
Actually, in favor of a non-violent solution, I think I'm going to go for a walk.
In other news, I updated my "About Me" section in the column on the right - it was time for something new. What do you think?