So I woke up, around 10:30, to the sound of my parents coming in, stomping their feet up the stairs and clanging every pot and pan in the kitchen.  I don't know what the hell they're clamoring about this Labor Day, but it was more than enough to wake me up.  I don't understand the tone of what they're doing, but frankly, I am intimidated by what they're doing and, to be more specific, what they would see if I left my bedroom and once I leave the house to go to the State Fair one last time.

To hell with it.  Let's see what happens.