I Fail At Life (Again)

Reading Festival begins in 2 days, 9 hours and 37 minutes.

And guess what? Our tickets still haven't arrived.

And guess what? I bought them from a dodgy tout website after hearing they were 'reliable last year'.

And guess what? This means they might not actually be arriving at all.

And guess what? I am actually more bothered about:

a) How mad my boyfriend is going to be if we don't somehow find a way of going,

b) Standing in a queue in a field for approx. 5 hours tomorrow (with no clean toilet facilities or nearby Subway) to see if there are any left at the box office,

c) The fact that I might not get a chance to flaunt my new beautiful wellies (imagine the most beautiful Babycham wellies in the entire universe - I own those wellies)

d) The fact that I spent the majority of yesterday experimenting with airbed pumps, finding a 65l hiking backpack and also nearly took an eye out by practicing popping up the pop-up tent which we purchased especially for the occasion,

than the fact that I would be missing out on seeing The Killers, The Cribs, Less Than Jake, Goldfinger, Conor Oberst, Taking Back Sunday, Kids In Glass Houses...

Oh dear god, I fail at life.