I was woken up the alarm, so my reaction was to just punch it, and it shutup.

A few minutes later, it went off again. As before, I hit it to shutup. This went on 3 times I think, and then I put the tv on, and tried to wake up.

I got up, and I started getting ready, to go down and have some breakfast, which is only served until 9.30am or so.

I was getting ready, and then the clock was saying that it was after 10am, WTF? did I set the alarm wrong? I checked the time, and it was only about 9am, so I figured that when I punched the clock to shut it up, I must have accidently changed the time forward by an hour.

I finished getting dressed, and my drummer mate and I went down to get breakfast, because our other mate was in the bathroom, and we didn't want to wait for him, and risk missin out on breakfast.

We went down, went to the restaurant area, and the 2 of us went in. We started getting some food, and then our other mate came in. We sat and had breakfast, we'd cut it fine, because before we'd finished, they started packing stuff up.

We finished breakfast, and then went back up to the room, finished getting ready, and packed our stuff up.

We left the room, and I realised that I couldn't find my sunglasses. I was hoping that I hadn't left them in the room.

I checked my backpack, and in the process of jamming my hand in my backpack, I caught my fingernail on something, and it got bent right up, and pulled off from my finger about halfway down the nail.

This hurt like hell, and my finger started bleeding, from under the nail.

I found my glasses in my bag after that, so we went down to reception, and I lined up to checkout.

I had to wait for ages, the people in front of me were squabbling about paying through travel agent, and they didn't want to stay any more nights, and the hotel hadn't been paid, and apparently they'd broken something.

I was getting pretty fed up, eventually I got served, so I could check out.

The woman brought up the bill from the room, which now had the 3 breakfasts on it as well. My mate had said that the breakfast was $4.50, but it was actually $13.50 each.

I paid for the room, $160 something it worked out to be, and then I went outside, where my mates were waiting.

We walkked down to the parking station where we'd parked the car, we had to pay for the parking before we could leave.

We went to the window to pay, but there were no attendants. There was a machine, but we found that it wouldn't take notes, only coins, and it's going to be a bit difficult to pay $30 something parking with coins.

I thought there was another pay area, on the floor below, so we went down there, to find no payment things of any description, just ending up in the shopping centre.

We went back up to the other level, and had a closer look, there was an attendant sitting in the office/window, she'd been sitting on the floor or something.

We paid for the parking, it was $24, that wasn't too bad. We went down, chucked our stuff in the car, and left the parking station.

We drove home, and on the way back, I made a couple of suggestions, "back seat driving" if you will, only because I used to drive this route home every day, so I knew which lane to be in, and where you could gain a bit of ground.

When we got to the entry to the freeway, there was a guy stopped at the lights, and he got out of his car, so I suggested that my mate get in the other lane, so we could go around this dope if the lights went green.

My mate got pissed off, and told me that he knew how to drive, and didn't need me to tell him.

I just kept my mouth shut for the rest of the trip back, until we got back to his place, and then our drummer mate and I got out, and we got in his car, and left.

We went to the service station, my mate needed some fuel, and then I got dropped at home.

I sat and did some blogging, and then Dad came in, and asked if I had all my stuff organised to take to Maitland.

I went int, and spoke to Mum, she was asking what I wanted to take up, there's an old tv cabinet thing, they asked if I wanted that, I figured it would be ok to put a tv on.

I went to the shed to get my pushbike out, and found that it wasn't there, Dad had already got it out.

I sat around inside for a bit, and I finished setting up tivo, and then I put the cover back on.

I packed up the access point, which I still hadn't done anything with, I figured I'd set it up in Maitland.

I went down to the car, Dad told me the car had just rolled down the driveway, with the weight of the trailer on it.

He was loading the bed up, someone had painted it blue, and it looked hideous, I couldn't stand it, so I said that I didn't want it.

I said I would have the mattress though, and get my own bed.

We loaded the mattress on to the trailer. I went and got my pushbike, and brought it down outside the garage. The tyres were totally flat, I found the pump, and I pumped them up.

I then found that the tyres were all perished, I'll have to replace them.

I sat on it, and it was just awful. The handlebars weren't even straight on it, the bolt holding the handlebars on is stripped, and they can move independently of the wheel, great.

I went over and sat on my motorbike. I then got really upset.

I didn't want to have to move all my stuff to Maitland. I didn't want to have to live there during the week. I wanted to ride my bike. This whole thing is fucked. I hate the government, and the so called "justice" system, it's just fucked.

Mum asked me if I wanted a bedside table. I was really upset, so I just said no, but then I realised that I did want it, but I couldn't say anything, because I was worried about just losing it.

I walked away, I went and sat inside, and felt really angry, and sad, and upset.

I just sat there for a while, and then I finished getting things organised in there, packing up the tivo etc.

I went back down to the garage, and there wasn't much going on, so I went back inside again, and just sat there.

My parents came in at about 3pm, and asked if I was ready to go? I told them I wasn't, that I would be in a bit.

I finished getting organised, I packed up my laptop, and my backpack.

I went down to put my tivo in the car, but Dad had locked it. I went and got the keys off him, and then I put my tivo, my bag and laptop and some other stuff, a bag of sheets etc, in the car.

I locked the car, and gave Dad his keys back. A few minutes later, we went down, and got in the car. Dad noticed that his mobile phone battery was flat, and asked my brother if he'd been playing with it, he said he had been.

I told dad that I had a car charger, it was in my bike. I got out of the car, and started going towards my bike, and then I remembered that the adapter was in the side of the bike, and I'd need the key to get it, which was inside.

I then went to go inside, and remembered that I'd locked my door, and the keys were in my bag, in the car. I went back to the car, got my keys, and then I went inside.

I grabbed my bike key, went down, opened the side of the bike, took the charger out. I locked the bike again, and then I went and got in the car. I realised that I had my bike key ion my hand.

I got out of the car, leaving the charger, I went back, unlocked the door, dumped the key inside, then I locked the door again, and went and got in the car again.

Dad had plugged in the charger, and plugged his phone in, but it didn't charge. I looked at the LED on the charger, it wasn't lit. Hmm, looks like the charger is stuffed after all that.

That would explain why it didn't work when I tried to use it to charge my mate's wife's phone, when we were at the car yard, before going to Dreamworld.

We left home, and headed towards the freeway. Dad had to get fuel, going to the service station before the freeway. It's a "no right turn", and he'd like "when did they do that?", and makes the right turn anyway.

The driveway to the service station had a "no entry" sign on it, but Dad just went through it anyway. He got fuel, I sat in the car and waited.

My brother, sitting in the bag, started singing along with some reallying annoying song that came on the radio, and I asked him to stop.

Dad finished filling the car, went and paid, came back and got in the car. We left the service station, and got on the freeway, and started heading north.

A few minutes up the freeway, it started raining. We pulled over, and Dad and I got out, to put a tarp over the mattress, to stop it getting wet. It was a bit late. We also put a cover on the tv cabinet thing.

We covered it anyway, spending a few minutes covering it, and then we got back in the car, and started driving again.

We went for a couple of minutes, and then the tarp started flapping excessively, so we pulled over again, and fixed it, retying it, and moving things in the trailer around a bit.

We started going again, went for about 10 or 15 minutes, and then had to pull over again, because the cover on the tv cabinet was flapping around. I left Dad to get out and fix it this time. I was getting fed up. It wasn't even raining now either.

We started going again, and then we took an incredibly long time to get to Maitland, because Dad was driving so slowly. We eventually got there, at 5.10pm, taking over an hour and a half to get here.

I used to do this trip in an hour. I went to the front door, and found it open, the senior DBA had just got back. Apparently he'd been in Morisset all day, and it had only taken him 15 minutes to get back from there, doing 200km/h at one part.

He came out, and helped Dad and I to unload the stuff from the trailer. We moved it all inside, the mattress was soaked. We put the mattress upstairs, and lent it up against the wall to dry.

I put my bike out in the laundry. Dad wandered around, and looked through the house. As soon as we were finished, Dad left, to go home, and the senior DBA and I decided to go over to the club, for a beer.

We walked over there, to find that it was closed. Bloody public holidays. We walked all the way back again, and went in to the pub next to the house, there were a few people in here.

We sat and had 3 beers, I was starving, so when I left, I went across to the supermarket to get some food, and the senior DBA went back to the house.

I went in, found some food, went and queued up, and paid. The usual banter with the checkout chick went on "how are you?" "I'm fine, and how are you?" crap. For once, I actually got an honest answer. The chick said she was sick of being at work today.

I commented that the public holiday pay must have been worth putting up with being at work for. We had a chat for a few minutes, and then a couple of people came to the register, so she had to serve them, and I left.

I walked back to the house, and cooked some dinner, I setup the tivo while I waited for it, and then I ate. The senior DBA asked if I wanted some wine, he had a couple of good bottles of wine he'd found when unpacking some stuff, so we sat and drank the bottle.

We watched tv after that, and the senior DBA went to bed at 8.30pm, I sat and watched tv for another couple of hours, and then I setup the sofabed, because all I'd brought was the mattress, which was soaked, I didn't have a bed.

I realised that I'd left the sheets in the car, I sent a message to Mum about it, and she replied and said that Dad had realised when he was on the freeway on his way home.

I went to sleep after that.