I had some dinner about 9.30pm, and I had a scotch and coke with it. I immediately felt like I had been kicked in th head, I had the worst headache.

There were no panadol, I'd eaten them all a couple of days ago.

I had a shower, that helped a bit.

I got dressed.

I tried to call my mate (who drove down last night) there was no answer. I tried calling a few times.

I sat and played Solitaire on my palm for about 10 minutes, I tried calling again, no answer.

It was now about 10.50. The supermarket probably closes at 11pm.

I left, I rode down to the supermarket, to get some panadol. It was freezing cold. My head felt a bit better immediately, being in the cold.

As I got near the shopping centre, coming up the other way on the road, was a white vehicle, I'm not sure of the name of the body type, it's like a cross between a ute and a van, I think painter's van is the best sort of description I can come up with for it.

It had red and blue flashing lights on the dash, somehow I doubt it is an undercover police vehicle.

As it went past, I had a look at the back of it, and it had brighter red and blue lights flashing.

It didn't have a siren or anything, so I don't know what it was.

I parked right near the door of the centre, wandered over, there's a piece of paper with some writing scrawled on it.

Apparently the centre was closed for Anzac day, but the supermarket is open, go through the after hours door. D'oh, I could have parked near there.

I wandered over, and went in.

The security guard standing inside asked me how I was. Great, like he really cares.

I went in, grabbed some "Fast acting" Panadol. I was going to get Advil, but I tried it before, it's twice the price, and does nothing.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge near the checkout, and wandered to the only open checkout. The guy serving had wandered off somewhere.

I put the stuff down, got my change out, and started workig out how much it was.

The guy came back, rang up the stuff, I paid, and he told me to "have a good one". Mate, I've just bought a box of panadol, and water, do I look like I'm going to have a good one?

I left from here, and was going to ride to my mate's place (who I'd been trying to ring), but I wasn't paying attention, and I went the wrong way. Oh well, I can get there, it's justy a longer way.

I stopped in at another mates place that was on the way, on this long way.

His old car that he sold to someone a couple of years ago was parked out the front, weird. There were no lights on, and no noise coming out, so there mustn't have been anyone there.

The only light, was a flashing blue light in the kitchen window, assumedly from a clock on an appliance that hadn't been set.

I kept going. I went over the railway line, and back towards my mate's place.

I rode up near his house. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. There were no lights on here either. He must have gone out somewhere, maybe in a taxi, explaining why his and someone else's cars are here.

I kept going. I thought maybe they had got a taxi to the club we talked about going to when I got out of the car when they dropped me at home last night, and it was so noisy in there that he couldn't hear the phone ringing.

I rode down to the club, I wanted to park underneath where all the security vehicles park, it's safer down there, (one time I parked in the motorbike parking, someone put a cigarette on the pillion seat, and marked it), but all the spots were gone. I've never seen anything like it.

There's one spot between a wall and a pillar, where only bikes fit, I thought I would park in there, but someone beat me to it.

I turned around, went back out, and went and parked in the motorbike parking, where some idiot car driver had parked. I felt like slashing his tyres.

I went inside the club, they had extra security on the door, someone was getting thrown out as I went in.

There were far too many people in here. It was too loud, too bright, too hot, too crowded.

I took several minutes to wander around, looking to see if my mate was in here.

I tried calling my mate, he answered. We couldn't hear each other, and a few seconds later my phone dropped out.

At some point, some guy bumped into me, and then he turned around like it was my fault, and wanted to have a go.

I was a bit taller than him, and I had my bike jacket on, that makes me look a little bit bulkier than I am (but I'm not skinny, by any means), so he immediately just pulled his head in and turned around again.

I got out of there, I tried calling my mate again, he answered. I asked if he was down here, or what the story was.

He told me he had been sleeping. They hadn't gone out, because he'd rung one of the others from last night, and they didn't want to go out either.

Apparently the other people's place I went past, they were staying down in the city.

Ok fine, maybe next weekend, and I got off the phone.

Perfectly good waste of a long weekend, not that this club was any great use of it.

Now I'm stuffed. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go home, and I don't want to ride around, because it's too cold.

I went home. It was still before midnight when I got back.

I started playing Solitaire on the palm again.

I put my Radiohead concert playlist on again, and played Solitaire for over an hour and a half, and then I went to bed about 2am.

What a complete waste of time today was. I might as well have not even got up.