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07 December 2010 @ 08:29 pm
Post-Dublin Depression  

So a couple of weeks ago I went to Dublin to see one of my favourite actors, Alan Rickman, on stage. It was one of the most magical weekends of my life. Not only I was alone in Irish capital, which gave me an opportunity to explore without anybody breathing down my neck to hurry up or dragging me to places I had no wish to see, but one of my biggest dreams came true. I saw Alan Rickman, the play was wonderful, after that I got to meet him in person at the stage door, talk to him, took pictures and got autograph.


So why am I depressed? Because as magical as it was, it was over way too fast and I had to go back to real life, and it stinks. I have no idea what to do with myself now, life is boring, predictable and I wish I had a time machine, so I could go back and do it all over again. It's been two weeks now and it's not going away. I find some relief in watching Alan's movies on DVD and watching all the photos I took, but it's not enough. I need a distraction, something new to look forward to.

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