Friday night I went down to Fremantle with a friend, had a nice dinner, wandered around, talked etc. Got home at 4am. Only to be woken at 8.30 by Dad taking up a tilefloor with a jackhammer. Managed to lay there til 10.30 without sleeping before getting up to go to band rehearsal.
Saturday night went to an 8 band metalfest. Had a great time. Aces nearly got his nose broken through an accidental clash of heads while headbanging haha!!! Our ex-bassist showed up to the gig out of the blue and so a few of us went back to his place after. Got home at 3.30am... only to be woken up at 9am by a weird dream. Couldn't get back to sleep.
Sunday I did fuck all because I was too tired.