I woke up about 9am, and I got up. I wasn't feeling to great, I must have been a bit hungover from last night I thought.
I bummed around on computer, and then got ready, and I was ready for 11am, the time I'd arrange with my mate last night, to pick me up.
I waited, and waited, but there was no sign of him, so I called him at about midday, to find out what was going on, and he said he'd be there shortly.
I continued waiting, bumming around on the computer.
I went and got my phone, noticed I'd received a message, it was from my mate, whose wife left, saying "it's over". Obviously that's the end of him trying to sort it out.
My mate eventually turned up, at 1am, and we went to our other mate's place.
We knocked on the door, and waited. I was just about call my mate, when he came and answered the door, and let us in.
He said he was going back to bed for a while, and did.
We sat around for a while, and I played my guitar acoustically for a bit, and then I helped my mate setup the drum kit.
He played really softly for a bit, thinking it would get our mate up, but it didn't.
We decided to go out get some lunch, a bit after 2pm. We just went and got takeaway, and then drove back. I hadn't locked the front door, so we could get back in.
We ate our lunch, and then we sat there reading the paper.
Eventually our mate got up, and came out, and asked what was going on, if it was a library or something, since we were just sitting there reading.
I got an SMS from the senior DBA at work, asking if I needed a lift to work tomorrow. I replied and said it would be good, and arranged for 7am.
Our mate that had just got up went to get some lunch, so we waited for him to come back, and eat, and then we finally started playing at about 3pm.
We were playing like shit, some of the worst playing we've done. I felt like shit, and I couldn't concentrate, I'd thought I was hungover, but now I was wondering if I was crook or something.
The guy at work watching the soccer match the other night had been coughing and sniffing and stuff, I probably caught whatever the hell he had.
Anyway, we kept playing, or trying to, until about 4.30pm, and then we packed up the stuff, I took my guitar, and my mate gave me a lift home.
I sat and watched tv for a while, a couple of hours, and then my mate (whose wife left him) called, and said he wanted to see me, since he hadn't seen me for a while, so I rode around there.
My mate whose dad owns the aircon business was there too, so the three of us sat and chatted for a while.
My mate (aircon) decided to go and get something to eat, so he and I left, to go pick up some pizzas, leaving our mate at his place, because his wife had his car, and he'd asked her to bring it around, because he needed for work the next day, and we didn't want to be there for that.
We ordered pizzas, and chatted for a while, while we waited for them. While we were waiting there, I saw my mate's wife drive his car past, going to his place to drop it off.
We picked up the pizzas, and we drove back to our mate's place.
Our mate's wife had been followed by one of her friends, to give her a lift back, so we went and chatted to her, while our mate spoke to his wife, away from us.
A couple of minutes later, my mate's wife came over, and said something like "look what the cat dragged in", referring to my mate and I, standing there with our pizzas, and all I could bring myself to say to her was "hello", not a "gday" or to talk about anything.
We stood there for an uncomfortable minute, and then she got in the car with her friend, and they left.
My mates and I went inside, and ate the pizza, and we decided to watch "Nothing to Lose", I think it's almost been a sufficient length of time since I watched that last.
When it finished, we watched the tv, the "Melbourne Comedy Festival" was on, we watched that until the end, and then I decided to go home, a bit after 11pm, because I had to get some rest, to get up early to go back to work tomorrow.
I got home, and I packed my bag, and then went to bed a bit after midnight, feeling bloody awful.

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