My parents are still as crazy as ever. My mother's given me the 'We have our differences but I'll miss you' speech once already. I'll probably hear it at least another ten times before I actually move out. Dad's sat down and told me all about what happened in the wrestling last night, failing to recognise that if I wanted to know I'd watch it, and if I wanted to watch it I wouldn't want him telling me what had happened. But they're both out at the moment. Time to get naked, move my feet and feel united.