I heard my mate get up and have shower, around 9am.

When he came out, I got up and had a shower and got ready, when I came out, he was cooking breakfast.

Mmm, bacon and eggs. We finished getting ready, and just before 10am we headed down to get on the tour bus.

It was already there, the guy was just coming to the reception desk, we told him that we were 2 of the 7 from this place going on the tour, and the other 5 were the chicks, and what room they were in.

He went into reception, and they were calling the phone in that room, but no one was answering. We were going to go up and knock on the door, but then the 5 of them came wandering back through the carpark at the back again.

They must have been out at the shops, or getting breakfast or something.

We went over to the bus, my mate and I paid, and jumped on the bus, in the back seat.

The 5 chicks got on, paid, and sat down the front of the bus.

We took off, went a little bit down the road, to the YHA where'd we started yesterday, and a few people came out of there, 2 scottish chicks, and a scottish guy.

They paid and sat in the middle of the bus.

We kept going from there, a little bit through Byron, and stopped at a Motel near where you first come into Byron Bay, and 4 well endowed chicks came across road.

Mate, it just doesn't get much better than this does it? 11 chicks on here now, and 3 guys.

When they got on the bus, we heard their accents, they were British, they paid, and sat in the couple of seats in front of me.

We started off, and then the drivers phone rang, he spoke to someone for a minute, got off the phone and said there'd been a stuffup, the other tour bus had missed a stop, so we'd have to go back and pick up the people.

We went back through Byron Bay again, and to another Motel, where 2 guys came out, and eventually came across the road, because it was pretty busy here.

They paid, and sat in the seats in front on my mate. My mate started talking to the guy who'd sat in front of him, but he didn't seem very chatty.

We got going and drove for a bit, and stopped in a little town outside Byron. The driver got up, and started talking about Byron Bay, and how it's a hippy place to a certain extent, but not as much as Nimbin, and how they try to keep big organisations out, by watching the development applications, and they go and protest when people like McDonalds want to come into Byron, and they get rejected.

He also mentioned about how Woolworths and Pizza Haven (or some other pizza place, not Pizza Hut) had managed to sneak in though.

Then he went on about the power that people can have, if they band together, like when the cops had introduced sniffer dogs to Byron Bay, and busted a couple of people for drug posession, so then several thousand people had gone and protested it out the front of the cop shop, burning effigies (sp?) of sniffer dogs, and smoking pot.

Because the cops were so outnumbered, they gave up, and the dogs were removed, and then he started going on about how we could use the same tactics to get rid of Bush, if people just banded together.

This was where he started to lose a few people on the bus, so he interrupted himself, and told us to get some food, or a coffee or whatever, and we got off the bus.

I went with my mate across the road into a coffee shop, I ordered the coffees, but the woman serving was too busy reading my shirt, so I had to order them again after explaining my shirt.

(I was wearing the shirt I'd won at the Bundy factory on Wednesday, it says "Things you shouldn't take out of Australia:" and then has pictures of native animals, and the last picture is the Bledislow (sp?) cup).

Anyway, we got our coffees, and then we wandered up the top of the hill, and got back on the bus.

The others slowly started turning up, they'd gone in to one place to get some toast for breakfast, and they were as slow as a wet weekend making it.

One we were all back on the bus, we took off again. When we got out of the town, the driver but some music on, and was telling us about how they'd just put a new CD player in the bus, because the old one was crap.

The music was pretty good, I can't remember exactly what they played (this was over a month ago).

We went driving over some rough roads, heading for Nimbin, I do remember a couple of songs at this point, there was "To Her Door", by Paul Kelly, and Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride".

As we started going up a hill, Adam Sandler's "Piece of Shit Car" came on, and my mate and I pissed ourselves laughing, because we'd just been talking about this the other night, and how we hadn't heard it for ages.

We took a turn off the road, headed down some really rough back roads, and then the driver turned into a tiny little driveway, and there was branches brushing along both sides of the bus going down there.

It opened up again, and then he was able to do about a 6 point turn, and turn the bus around. He parked, and we all jumped off the bus.

There was a huge sculpture of junk here, all sorts of somewhat technological things, fridges, tvs, fans, with plants growing all through it, and pottery items amongst it, very interesting. I wish I'd taken a picture of it.

(I wish I'd taken a camera on the whole trip to be honest).

Anyway, the bus driver told us that we were here to see some hippy guy, and he took a watermelon off the bus, and put it in the shade near the sculpture.

The hippy came out to meet us, a weird looking guy wearing a red tracksuit, with no shoes, and carrying a machete.

He introduced himself, had a thick American accent. The American chicks asked him where he was from originally, New York he told them, and then they chatted for a while.

We started wandering through his land, and he was telling us all about the stuff we were going past.

He also mention about how snakes are everywhere, and all the tourists started walking differently after that, and sticking to the middle of the track, instead of floating all over the place between the trees like they had been, heh.

My mate and I just smiled, bloody tourists :-)

We got to one area, and the guy started telling us about some trees that were there, and how they've tried to introduce them into other areas, because they make stuffed soil usable, but at the same time lower the water table.

This results in people having usable soil, but their wells dry up, and soil below the surface becomes all salty.

We kept going, and we got to some bamboo growing, and he went on to tell us about how we should be using bamboo for building houses, instead of hardwoods, because it's so much more renewable, and that the eastern cultures worked that out thousands of years ago, but we use hardwoods because of the renaissance (sp?) in Europe.

Then he started going off talking about chaos theory.

He interrupted himself, and we kept walking from there, past a lake, this was where he started telling us about how he got the land, having got it as a grant because it had been wrecked, it had no trees or plants or anything on it, and he's grown it all, and when his father died, he was able to buy more adjoining land.

My mate and I had been trailing the group the whole time, with the bus driver behind us.

One of the Scottish chicks had been dropping back, and started talking to us, and then a few words into the conversation the bus driver started crapping on to me about how he'd been trying to catch a lizard when he was little (because there was a big lizard next to the lake), and how it had ended up biting him on the finger.

All the while we're dropping back from the group, and I'd really rather be chatting with the Scottish chick.

He eventually finished going on about it, and then I was able to walk a bit faster and catch back up to the group, but now I'd been left out of the conversation.

We got to the hippies house, it was this little shack thing, with a verandah on the edge of the lake.

There was a stack of chairs around the verandah, so we all took a seat, the Scottish chick sat down next to me.

I had a good look at the hippies shack, it was just a single room, I couldn't really see what was up the back of it, but in the middle he had a desk with a computer on it, and in the front was a huge tv, a digital tv receiver, and a dvd player, and a sofa bed over at the side.

Hmm, if that's how a hippy gets to live, it doesn't seem that bad, a very peaceful area, people leave you alone, and you can have a few modern conveniences.

Out on the verandah, there were Christmas lights strung all over everything, that would look pretty cool at night.

A couple of the British chicks sat opposite us. Under the chair one of them sat on was a rubber snake, but she didn't see it.

She made some comment about bugs or creepy crawlies or something, and my mate asked her if she'd look under the chair, she looked down, saw the snake, and jumped about 3 feet in the air out of the chair. LOL.

One of the other British chicks sitting next to her reached down and picked it up, gently wobbling it so it looked like it was real, and the other girl is standing there going "Is that real??" "Is it real??", and wouldn't sit down again until she was shown it wasn't real.

The hippy cut up a watermelon, and we all grabbed a bit and sat around and ate it.

The hippy spoke to the bus driver for a bit, and they made up a rolly cigarette, and then the hippy offered it to me, but I don't smoke, so I politely refused.

The hippy asked if we'd heard of the band "Canned Heat", and I enthusiastically said I had. The hippy went and put a CD on (he had a CD player and a stereo up behind the computer evidently).

I was expecting him to put on "Going up the Country", but it was "On the Road Again", that started blasting out, and we listened to that.

Once that finished, we continued wandering, I was walking with the Scottish chick now.

We went past an old shed, couldn't really see what was in there, looked like some scrap wood, and lengths of metal, and gardening tools etc.

We kept walking, and the Scottish chick spotted some bananas on a banana tree (hmm, that's a bit of redundant information, they'd hardly be on any other tree, but anyway..) and then asked if they were bananas, and I told her that they were.

We kept going, and the guy showed us some other trees he had growing through that area, that grow fruit, starfruit etc.

Someone said something about lateral thinking, and the hippy jumped right on that, saying that there's no such thing as "lateral thinking", it's just thinking, and the fact that some people don't have as greater mental capacity as other people, when someone comes out with something that they didn't or couldn't have thought of, they say it's lateral thinking", which I agreed with.

We got to another point, with a weird looking palm tree with thousands of little round yellow berries around it, the hippy picked a few up, and ate them, spitting out the seeds, and then chucked a few of them to us.

They tasted like pineapple, very nice.

We kept wandering from here, and we ended up coming back out where we'd started, at the sculpture and the bus again.

We continued having a bit of a chat, the hippy started going on about how families are falling apart these days, and that people aren't faithful anymore, and that more woman are having extra marital affairs than men these days.

He was going on about it seems like woman want the "mean guys" to impregnate them, but then because the "mean guys" are useless husbands, they need to find some safe boring guy to be their husbands and fathers to their children.

I must admit, it did seem to have some merit.

I shook the hippie's hand, and then we all piled back on the bus again, the hippy giving some starfruit the the driver.

We drove from here to Nimbin, it took a while, there was more cool tunes on the bus.

As we got near Nimbin, the driver changed the CD, and put on some Aboriginal music, as we went past some interesting landmarks and stuff.

We listened to a few songs off that CD, and then he changed it again, back to a rock/comedy CD.

As we came into Nimbin, the song played was that comedy "Let's go Smoke Some Pot" song. Heh.

We got into Nimbin about 1.30pm.

When the driver pulled up, before we got off the bus, he spent a couple of minutes telling us about the fact that pot is illegal (for the backpackers who might not be aware), and to take it easy, in case people are trying it for the first time here, not to go crazy etc

We got off the bus, and started walking up the street. The Scottish chick was starting to have a conversation with me, and then some guy came up asking if anyone one wanted to buy any pot, and pulled a huge bag, like an ounce, out of his backpack.

My mate said he wanted some, but not that much, and neither did the American chicks, so we organised to go halfs with them, a half ounce each.

My mate didn't have enough money on his for that, so I went to an ATM, and pulled out some cash, and then the 8 of us (the dealer, the 5 American chicks, and my mate and I) went down a side alley, sorted out paying, and the guy separated the bag up.

When he looked in his backpack, one of the many ounce bags he was carrying had come undone, and his packpack was full of pot, so he went about trying to sort that out.

We got the bags, and then we came back to the street. My mate mentioned something about wanting to get some pot chocolates, and the dealer said he knew where to get good stuff, so we went with him into one of the shops a little bit down the road.

As we walked down there, he was telling us about how stuff works in Numbin, like the fact they send all the new cops in there to learn how to spot people doing deals, and stuff like that, but the fact that they stick out like a sore thumb, because they're alway in new cars, looking neat and tidy with new clothes etc, not like any of the people who "belong" in Numbin.

He also told us about the "taxi" service in Nimbin.. Nimbin doesn't have a taxi service, so whenever you hear someone yell taxi, someone's spotted an undercover cop car, so everyone can take off, and you'll also hear things like "taxi, 3 on foot", if there are undercovers wandering around.

We got to the shop, and went in, the guy hussled the people working in there, telling them that were were old mates of his, and then we got the chocolates for a few dollars cheapers than usual.

He offered them a bit of pot in return, but the woman said she wasn't smoking anymore.

My mate bought some hemp rolly papers while we were in here too, they were huge.

We came out of there, and the guy told us that he'd done that (hussled to get the chocolate cheaper) because he'd been ripped off by the woman working in there before, getting pot off him, not paying, and refusing to pay.

He left us after that, and my mate and I went for a wander. The Scottish chick hadn't waited around for all the pot stuff to get sorted out, so now I felt like finding her again.

We walk up the road, no one was up there, and no shops, so we crossed the road, and went back down the other side. you couldn't go more than about 5 metres without someone asking "you right for stuff mate?", heh. Everytime it was "yeah mate, we're right thanks", and keep walking.

We got right down the other side of the road, and my mate and I decided to go into the pub, we got a couple of drinks, and sat in there. The people in there didn't know what to think of me, sitting there with a green mohawk, wearing a yellow tshirt with stuff about rugby and rum on it.

We finished our drinks, and left the pub again, crossing the road back to where the bus was, and starting to walk up the road again.

We found the Scottish backpackers, so I got chatting with the Scottish chick again. The Scottish guy wanted a joint, we said we had tons of stuff, so they could have some of that (I'd paid half for our half ounce, and probably wasn't going to touch it, so I might as well give it away).

He wanted it prerolled though, and the others wanted some chocolates, so we took them to the shop where we'd got our chocolates, and they bought some, paying full price.

The Scottish guy asked the guy in there about getting a joint, and he bought a prerolled joint, paying about $10 or something for it, what a ripoff.

After that, the 5 of us decided to go to the pub, so we crossed the road and went into the pub again.

We bought drinks, and found a table, and sat and chatted. We finished our first drinks, and then I shouted a round of drinks for us all, and we sat and started dranking those.

My mate mentioned the stupid tattoo he'd made me get, and I showed it to them, there was a bit a laugh out of it, I said that I wasn't terribly impressed with it.

Some people sitting on one of the tables outside left, so we moved out there, and finished our drinks, and chatted.

I invited them all around to our room later, if they ran out of pot, or wanted somewhere to smoke it, instead of in the YHA, since we were staying just down the road, and they said they'd probably come over.

We chatted a bit more, and then we decided to go back to the bus, because we were supposed to be leaving Nimbin shortly, we all went to the loos, the chick's loos were on one side (where my mate nearly went in, hehe) and the guys were on the other side of the pub.

We reassambled outside, but we'd lost the other Scottish chick (not the one I'd been chatting up). He friends tried calling her mobile, but it was off.

We waited out there, and the Scottish chick (that I had been chatting up) went back and checked the loos, her friend wasn't in there.

We hung around for a couple of minutes, a bit worried, then we decided to go and check if she was back at the bus. We walked across the road and up the hill, to the bus, and she was there.

We jumped on the bus, a couple of the British chicks that had been sitting in the seats in front of me were in the back seat, so I took the seat where they'd been sitting, and the Scottish chick sat in front of me.

The driver cut up the starfruit that the hippy had given him, and passed it around the bus, it was ok, but I've tasted nicer fruit.

In the next few minutes, the rest of the people on the tour returned to the bus, and we left.

The driver commented that we were one of the most organised groups, normally they get held up by someone in the hemp bar, or still trying to organise a deal or something.

We started driving back towards Byron Bay, on a very scenic route. My mate ate half of one of the pot chocolates, and gave me the rest of it, it was ok, had cherries and stuff in it, I don't think the pot was very well chopped up, because I could feel bits of leaf in my mouth.

My mate joked to the people on the bus that I was the tester for the chocolates for anyone who'd bought them, to watch and see if I passed out or died or whatever, LOL.

About 15 minutes after eating it, I felt a little bit trippy, but more lethargic than anything, and I just became more tired.

We drove a bit further, we got to the top of a hill, and the bus driver said that the next 5 minutes 12 seconds of the trip was called "dancing with buses", and that he races the bus down the hill, with a cool Pink Floyd song going.

Woo, I perked up at that. He put the tune on, "One of These Days" (which according to my song collection goes for 5:14, but anyway), and we cruised down the hill, that was pretty fun.

It lined up pretty well, racing down, and then over peaks, and then the song ended just as we got to the T intersection at the end of the road.

We went a little bit from here, and the driver pulled into a big field, where there were some toilet blocks, and anyone who wanted a toilet break could go, about half the bus got off.

The driver was telling us about how he has a stall at this place on some weekends, making candles.

There was an old guy there setting up some sort of a hotdog van, and the driver spoke to him for a minute, and said he'd been running that stand for 30 years or something.

Once we were all back on the bus, we got going again, and went onto a road through a national park. The bus got pretty quiet at this point, and most of the people on there fell asleep.

We drove there for a while, and got to a lookout, where the bus parked, and we all piled off.

There were toilets here too, and some people went in there, the rest of us wandered down a short trail to a lookout.

It was on a cliff that went down over 100 metres, I looked down, and didn't like it too much, so I stepped away from the edge again.

I started chatting to the Scottish chick again, and I think she wanted me to put my arm around her as we stood at the edge and chatted, but I was too pathetic to do it.

We stayed there for a little while, and then we went back to the bus, and got on again. I think the Scottish chick wanted me to sit next to her, but again, I was too pathetic, and I sat back in the seat behind her again.

We got driving again, and another little while later we got to a little general store, we all went in there, and bought snacks and stuff (hehe, maybe everyone's got the munchies?) and my mate and I bought cans of Bundy and coke, because they had a little off license in the back.

We stood across the road and chatted with the bus driver, and the Scottish and British chicks came over, and we were all chatting.

There was some huge tank of a car parked there, a Pontiac or something, and we checked that out.

I noticed a remote control for the CD player sitting on the front seat of the car.. I've never understood why the hell you would need a remote control in a car, but now I did.. because the car was so huge, the dash was far away from where the driver would sit, you'd need a remote.

The guy came to his car not long after that, and started it up, it sounded pretty nice, and then he took off.

We stood around for another few minutes. Some of the girls had been going to the loo, and commented about how the toilet door didn't shut properly, and the driver said that people on other tours had complained of the same thing, that someone would just be wandering around the side of the general store, and then realise that the door was open.

I asked why they didn't think to just jam some toilet paper in the door as they closed it, that should hold it shut, but that would probably come under that "lateral thinking", which may or may not exist.

We all jumped back on the bus, and we headed back towards Byron Bay.

We got to the top of a huge hill, where you could see for ages. The driver asked if anyone wanted to stop and take photos in front of it, but no one was interested, so we just kept going.

On the trip back into Byron, my mate and I started chatting to the British chicks sitting in the rows of seats between us.

He told them about the stupid tattoo as well, so then I had to show it to them, but it didn't really get a response out of them.

We got back into Byron Bay, and the 4 British chicks were dropped off first, and then the 2 guys that had got on last (who hadn't really said anything to anyone all day).

The bus got back to our place, the American chicks jumped off, and then we got off. I'd been thinking about saying something to the Scottish chick, but I was too pathetic again, and didn't say anything except goodbye, and got off the bus.

Damn it, why do I have to be so useless around women? I could have asked if she wanted to go and get something to eat somewhere later, or anything, but I just piked out.

My mate and I went back to the room, and I poured us a couple of drinks, an we sat out on the balcony again.

My mate said that I'd missed out on a good view for some of that trip.. while we were driving through the national park when everyone was asleep, the British chicks' boobs were bouncing around, and they weren't crossing their arms or anything to cover them because they were asleep.

I decided I was hungry, so I took off back to Woolies again, bought another chicken, and some scissors to cut up the pot, and got some isacol to take the dumb tattoo off (since some of it was rubbing off anyway, and it looked a bit of a mess, but also because my mate wanted to take the fake tattoo off his face).

At the checkout, the chick commented that my hair looked very interesting, like "an old tennis ball", oh terrific, that's really the look I'm going for. It does look pretty crap though, all the time in the surf and the sun has massively faded it, not to mention the fact I've been washing my hair every day, since I usually only do it every other day when I've got it dyed.

On my way back from Woolies, I went across the road to the tattoo shop we'd been in last night, where I saw the cool celtic tattoo.

I spoke to the guy about getting a template for the fake tattoo guy to use, but he said they don't do that, they'll do a fake tat.. but only if you're pretty sure you want it (which I wasn't), so I left.

I went back across the road, because I realised I hadn't got any bread, and I went into the bakery and bought some, and then I walked back to the room again.

We sat out on the balcony and ate the chicken, and had a few drinks.

It was now after 7pm, we just had more drinks, and then I went and had a shower, took what was left of the stupid tattoo off my arm, and got changed, ready to go out, or stay and wait for the Scottish backpackers to turn up.

My mate started watching tv, I wanted to go out, but then he was saying that we should wait and see if the Scottish backpackers turn up, so I watched some crap tv, had a few more drinks, and waited.

We sat and watched tv until 10.30pm, and then I decided that they weren't coming, so I wanted to go out, rather than waste the last night we're in Byron sitting in the room.

I thought that I should leave my number somewhere in case they do turn up a bit later, and we don't miss them, I tried to find something to write on, and write with, but I had nothing.

I searched all the drawers in the place, it's got a fully stocked kitchenette with a whole bunch of utensils in the drawer, but the bedside table only has a bible, not a pen or a notepad or anything, useless.

I asked my mate if he had anything, and he said he didn't, so then he went and knocked on the door of the room across the walkway that the American chicks were staying in, and was able to get a piece of paper and borrow a pen from them.

We wrote our names and mobile numbers on the paper, and then he returned the pen.

I stuck the paper on our door, behind the number screwed to the door, and then we left.

We went wandering around again, all the same pubs as last night, they were slightly less dead than last night, but still not pumping by any means.

We went into one place, where we'd been last night, where they serve a drink similar to a pina colada, but they serve it in a jam jar, I think the place was called Cocomungas or something, but this is relying on a memory from a pissed mind over a month ago.

A guy sitting in the front of the club left, so my mate and I took our drinks and went and sat over there.

We were sitting there for a few minutes, and then a couple of cops walking along the street stopped to talk to the bouncer, and the chick cop sat down at the table next to us, and started chatting to the guys sitting there.

I really didn't want to be in this close proximity to cops right at this point in time, and after drinking all afternoon, I might be tempted to do something I would regret.

I could see that my mate wasn't terribly impressed with them being there either, so we both finished our drinks, and left.

We walked up the road where the pizza place is, and we saw the Danish guy we'd been talking to last night, so we chatted to him for a minute, and he was out with one of the backpackers he was travelling with, who'd had a quiet night last night, so we spoke to him too.

We kept wandering afetr that, and walked down on to the beach, and along.

Some people had been making sand sculptures on the beach, there was a mermaid, and something else I don't remember.

We walked up the beach, and then found our way off the beach again, walked through the back streets, and found our way back to a club we'd been at last night, but not spent much time in because it was empty and bloody expensive.

We sat out on the balcony there, and were trying to chat to some chicks, but none of them seemed very interested in talking.

We ended up talking to some older women that turned up, we told them how we'd ridden up here on our bikes, and they thought we meant pushbikes, but that misunderstanding went on for a few minutes, until they questioned if it was possible to ride 800km in one day on a push bike.

Hmm, somehow I doubt it is possible to ride 800km in one day on a pushbike, but I know in Tour De France they ride a few hundred kilometres in a day.

We all moved inside after that, because the club was closing the balcony.

I ended up speaking to one of the women, and she was going on about her husband and kids, and then we ended up talking about IT, and I end up in a conversation about windows exploits.

WTF? I don't want to talk about work, I don't want to talk about windows shit. I'm on holidays, I want to be getting pissed and having a good time.

I got really pissed off at this point. Let's see, this is the last night in Byron, and I:

am supposed to be going home tomorrow
have to try to find a way to get to work on Monday
am wasting my time chatting to some married woman
am talking about windows crap
screwed it all up with the Scottish chick because I'm pathetic.

I wanted to go outside, since I was pissed off, and it was too smoky in here, I went over near the door, and I was told that I couldn't go outside unless I was leaving, fine, I'll leave then, but I'm not going to be so rude as to just leave like that, so then I went back to let my mate know that I wanted go back, and excuse myself.

As I got back there, they were getting up because they wanted to smoke, but you're not allowed to smoke where we were sitting (even though people were), you had to go and stand inside the door to smoke, like that's going to make a difference, when the door is shut.

I tried to excuse myself, but I didn't manage to, because people kept going in and out of the door, and I had to keep moving out of the way, so I couldn't get close enough to speak to my mate.

Eventually we all decided to leave, and we went out and down the stairs back to the street.

I really didn't want to be in this situation any more, and I started to feel a bit seedy, I think it was all the smoke in the club we were just in.

We wandered for a bit along the main road, and got to the Great Northern Hotel, and one of the woman ran in there to watch the footy or something, I took the excuse to leave, saying I was feeling seedy, and I didn't want to go in the overcrowded smoky pub, I'd rather just go back to the room, so I left.

I walked back to our room, as I got back there, I felt a bit better, so I decided to wander down the road to the YHA and see if the Scottish backpackers were hanging around anywhere, but when I got down there, it was silent, no one on any balconies or outside or anything, so I just walked around the block and back to our room again.

I got back there, and the paper was still stuck on the door with our numbers, so I took it off, and I went in the room, put the tv on, lay on the bed and watched rage for about 45 minutes, and then my mate came back, it was about 3.15am now.

We watched rage for a while, and chatted, and then went to bed. God I'm going to be wrecked, we're supposed to be getting up in the morning, packing our shit, checking out at 10am, and riding 700km or so home.

Rage was pissing me off too, it was all chick bands, or estrogen rock as I dubbed it. I turned it off and went to sleep about 4am.