This is all so crazy I just have to blog now while the events are still fresh.

I'm sitting watching Blues Brothers, and my phone rings. I pause, answer it. (9.45pm).

It's my mate that I go to dinner with, who's on holidays in Queensland at the moment, he tells me he doesn't know how to do that messaging thing, and here are the phone numbers I asked for. I think about it.. Oh yeah, I sent an sms asking for the phone numbers yesterday morning, hopefully so I could arrange to install the switch today.

I wrote the numbers down. He told me he's coming back tomorrow, and we got off the phone.

I called up the guy, (on the landline). Just as someone answered the phone, my mobile started ringing, it was the tone my message service rings, so it wasn't important, I chucked it on the floor and put my foot on it because it's so loud.

The phone had been answered by the wife of the guy I was calling to speak to, but that's ok, she knows what's going on, so I setup going to install the switch tomorrow, and getting lunch. I'll head up there about 9.30. Hopefully the police won't chase me half the way this time.

I got off the phone, and I was just checking my email, when the landlline rang once. Weird. Then my messaghe service rang again. It was my mate who broke his wrist a couple of weeks ago.

He'd come down local, on of our mates was supposed to be picking him up, but hadn't turned up, he'd waited 30 minutes, and was now in the pub waiting. He wanted to get the mate's phone number (he lost his phone when he was in the US a few months ago, so doesn't have anyone's phone number) from me.

I couldn't very well call him back, since he was at a payphone. I tried to call the mate who was supposed to be picking him up, his phone took a very long time without ringing before it went to his message service. Crap. I tried it again. No good.

I might have to go up and pick him up, and then work out what's going on, but I've had a few drinks.

I tried calling my mate (who was supposed to be picking him up)'s wife, she answered, didn't know where he was or what was going on, and wasn't at home, and was without a car. Apparently her husband was now an hour late to pick our mate up.

She would try to call her husband at home, or would go with my mate (who was in the US recently)'s ex girlfriend who was wherever they were, and had her car there.

My mate's ex girlfriend got on the phone after that, and asked what software she needed to download music, and could I help her sort it out in the next few days. Sure. I got off the phone.

I had just typed the first line of this blog, when my mobile rang again, it was my mate who had gone AWOL, apparently the train staff had told him the wrong things, it was a screwup, and he'd gone back and forth between 2 stations looking for my mate. I t was all sorted.

I'm going back to my drink, my chocolate, and my movie.