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I'm at home (as in my parents' home), it's twenty to six. I haven't eaten since my bagel at 4am. Well, I had a few pieces of popcorn when I got here - basically what was left in the bottom of the bowl my mum popped earlier. Oh, and a diet coke, if that counts as food. My mum told me to get ready, we were going out for pizza. Awesome, I'm starved. My father is down in the basement blasting some zany organ music. He said he's willing to go along with whatever plan my mum has. My mum says that means he's not hungry so we'll just wait until he's ready, so now she's in the kitchen watching tv. Both of them are waiting for the other to make some kind of move. I'm going to die of starvation before either of them decides to bother the other by saying 'ok, let's go then.' I think I'll make some Kraft Dinner, see if that accomplishes anything, aside from calming my grumbling tummy.