PUMPKINS. HELP.

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TIME DOORS ARE?

There's no opening band, right?

I'm LOCKED OUT of my house and need to get back inside before heading down to the Empire. I have no idea when my flatmate is coming home and she's not responding to my texts. I pretty much have to hang here til the last possible minute, and Fran has the tix so I have no idea what time doors are.

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I look so fucking bizarre going to a gig in a purple flowery top.

What the fuck ever. Today's been made of fail.

Woke up. Looked at the clock. 6.46am, good, more sleeps. Go back to sleep. Wake up again. 6.46am. What? Look at my phone. 9:45am. WHAT. Clock batteries had died during the night. Call work. Get up. Pull on first clothes I grab at. Walk out the door. Walk onto a bus in order to get to work sooner rather than later. Get to work 10:04am, an hour and 4 minutes late. Have a shitty day at work.

Leave work, go to net cafe, head home to get showered and changed for Pumpkins. Discover I do not have keys, as they were not in bag but in pocket of yesterday's clothes. Text Anna (my ex stepmother with whom I live) saying 'are you home? im locked out. im going out tonight but need to get in before!' - I get no reply. I call the home phone to see if anyone's picking up - no. This continues til 6pm, texting and calling home phone. At 6:05pm she picks up.
nat 'did you get my texts?'
anna 'no, my phone is switched off.'
nat 'oh ok , well that's okay, you're home now. i'm locked out, i need to come in.'
anna'i'm just leaving, actually, in 5 minutes, i have to go into town to meet a friend'
nat 'oh oh oh can you wait a minute, im on westbourne grove, can you wait for me to get back? i'll be like 15 mins, 10 mins.'
anna 'no, i cant wait, im leaving now'
nat 'please! i have to get my keys and im going out, ill be out late so i have to get the keys so i can get back in!'
anna 'NO. im not waiting.. if you catch me, you catch me.'
nat 'well what time are you going to be up til tonight? cause i am going out'
anna 'usual time'
nat 'ok im coming now'

It takes me 11 minutes to get to the front door, once I cut off the conversation. She's not there when I get back.

11 fucking minutes.

So now I'm in a net cafe right by the Empire, waiting for Fran to get here, unwashed with disgusting greasy bed-hair, no camera, and not very appropriate clothes.

And I have this kinda sick fear that she's not going to let me in tonight when I get back. Like at midnight or whatever. WOO HOO.