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I love my parents, I really do, but boy I can't wait until they're gone. They arrived Saturday morning, shortly before noon, for a fun-filled weekend. It was fun - we went to the Maize in Thamesville on Saturday afternoon, had a lovely dinner at T-Bones, rented some movies, toured around Point Pelee on Sunday, saw hundreds of monarch butterflies flitting around, had another lovely dinner, but now it's time for them to leave. They stayed over last night so they could hear my show for the first time this morning. That's all fine and good, but the combination of spending the night a) listening to my father snore and my mother cough, b) sleeping on the futon in the living room, and c) with only one alarm to wake me up did not make for a good night's sleep. I didn't fall asleep until after 11, and then was awakened every time either of my parents came out to go to the bathroom (happened three times). Also, I'm kind of nervous about having my parents listening. For one, it's the first time a family member will have heard the entire show (and not just the edited bits I bring home.) But mainly I'm a little on edge because there is no one on the planet, bosses included, more critical of my work than my mother. She loves and is proud of me, yes, but she also has a nasty habit of pointing out every single mistake I make, no matter how minor. I can hear her now - "Well, you did a fine job, Rob, but maybe you shouldn't laugh so much" or "Your read sounds fine, but you're very sing-songy - maybe you should be a little more serious." I'm totally cool with getting criticism, it's part of the job, but when it's my own mother it just doesn't seem right.

Gah

"I don't know what it was like when you were young, but..."
-just said to me by Chris the Newsroom co-op

I'm going to go shoot myself now.