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Oh, fuck. the IAMX gig in Prague scheduled for Nov 5^th turns out to be their last in Europe for, what was the expression…ah, for the foreseeable future. Last chance so to speak. Last and 100 % impossible to take. I have a friend who’d be thrilled to go with me but she wouldn’t be willing to spend so much money on a few hours of excitement and she wouldn’t accept me to pay for her. A dead-end situation.

This is not going to be one of the good days.

Stupid, huh? To grumble over a gig I can’t go to when there are so many allegedly much more important matters to grumble over. I don’t have words to tell how much realities of life disgust me. My dreams are all I have. So what if they are not real? So what if they seem immature? Happiness is found is peculiar places-I don’t have to excuse myself for anything before anyone. I just need to have my share of happiness. What’s the point of living without happiness?