I slept in, I got woken up at midday by the landline ringing.

I couldn't drag myself out of bed, so I ignored it. My mobile rang a couple of minutes later, and I wasn't awake enough to deal with talking to someone, so I ignored that too.

I waited for it to ring again, the message service, with a message from someone, but it didn't.

I got up, and went and sat on the computer, A little while later, the landline rang again. I answered it this time, it was my drummer mate.

He told me that he was on his way to pick me up, so I told him I'd get ready, and I got off the phone.

I had a shower, and I got ready, there was nothing to eat, and I was starving. I sat around for a little while, and then my mate turned up.

I grabbed my guitar, and then I went and got in the car, on the way to our mate's place, I asked if my mate wouldn't mind going to McDonalds on the way.

We went there, and I tried calling our mate, to see if he wanted anything, both on his mobile, and the landline, but he didn't answer.

We couldn't go through the drive through, because my mate's car window was still broken, and he couldn't open it, so we parked the car, went in, and I got some food.

We got back in the car and just as we were leaving, my mate called me back.

I told him that I'd called, to find out if he wanted any McDonalds, but that it was too late now, and that we were on our way. He said he didn't want any, anyway, and would see us soon.

We went to our mate's place, I grabbed my guitar and food out of the car, and we went in. I sat and ate, while the others set up their instruments.

I finished eating, setup my amp, and then we played for a while.

No one was in it today, the playing was crap, no real effort at all. We played for a couple of hours, and then packed up the stuff again.

My mate and I left, on the way home, we went to the supermarket.

We went around, I got some food. When I came out, Dad was there. We wandered out, and I went over to my mate's car, and then I figured I might as well go home with Dad.

I told him I'd just get my guitar, grabbed it out of the car, saw my mate off, and then I went and jumped in Dad's car, and we came home.

I went in, dropped off my food and guitar, and then I went inside, because Dad had been going on about the new kitchen while I was in the car on the way home.

I went in to have a look, there was some mail for me to apparently, but all it was, was a stupid charity house raffle letter.

I am so sick of them sending me these. I bought 1 ticket, about 6 years ago, and now every few months, I get another one.

I don't even open them anymore. It annoys me, I bought the ticket for 2 reasons, the main one was to win the house, but also to donate the money, and the $15 I donated will have been gone by now, with the amount of mail they've sent me in the years.

(rough estimate, stamps were 45c for a while, and now are 50c, that works out to between 30 and 33 letters, and I would have received at least that many in the last 6 years).

Anyway, I didn't bother to open this one either, I just screwed it up and chucked it in the bin.

I had a look at the kitchen, apparently there's still something wrong with it, and has to be fixed.

I came out, and Mum said that there was a parcel for me too, and a notification of some registered mail.

I wasn't sure what it was for, maybe the parcel, but that had been delivered, and it wasn't registered mail.

Dad had to find the parcel, a big box. I opened it, to find my wireless access point I'd bought, and asked the seller to send to me at work, but he obviously hadn't, and it had turned up at home a few days ago.

I had a quick look at it, looks groovy.

I stood and chatted for a while, and then I went back out. I dropped off the access point, grabbed my laptop, and I went back inside.

I sat on the lounge inside, and browded the internet for a while. I was impressed with the signal quality, since the signal had to go through a few walls.

I went to the Australia Post website, and I sent an email asking to have the registered mail diverted to Maitland, like I did with the registered mail that turned up in Brisbane.

I browsed eBay for a while, looking at 2.4GHz video/ir transmitters, since I might get a tv to put in the house at Maitland, and I want a way to watch the tivo downstairs, while I'm upstairs.

They were pretty expensive, one guy was selling a stack of them, and people kept running the price up really high, instead of waiting for the next one.

I played gltron for a while, and then Dad served me some dinner.

I sat and ate, it makes a change from frozen crap, that I live on.

I browsed a bit more, and then I took my laptop back out. I briefly mucked around with the access point, trying to run it as it's own network, but it didn't even seem to show up.

I figured I'd have to connect to it wired, and configure it or something first.

I mucked around with the configuration of the disks in one of my machines again, and then I grabbed the 60gb and the 120gb disks, that used to be in it, before windows crapped on the partition tables.

I used those disks for the second tivo I've got, I tested the script installing on to them, it worked, but I realised that my logic was a bit dumb..

It does an mfsrestore, and automatically adds the second disk, as a result of selecting both drives, and then it adds the second drive to the first, when it already is, which is a function you only need when adding a second disk to an existing unit.

I put the disks in the tivo, putting the proper brackets on them, then I put my ir file on there, for the digital STB I've got, and I installed the logos, and set them up.

I ended up sitting watching tv until 3am, and then I went to bed.