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2nd morninng of the festival, I can't sleep, 8 floors above the tram line sticking my head out a small crack in the window, smoking in a non smoking room, I feel awful. I wonder if it's todays the day syndrome. The festival is in full swing, a well oiled machine, spitting out films and filmmakers at a remarkable pace, I'd like to say i'm not nervous about the screening, I'm scared shitless.

An Image from yesterday, seven men and one woman all in kilts carrying guns, "I hope your cops" "Yes." "I hope your scottish."

No real drama yet, it's California. I've seen a couple of good films, "the sonosopher", and a beautiful short, "prayers for peace", chalkboard animation. Following the adivice of some chicanos, I took a tram ride south to Santa Teresa, It's spring here, and the landscape from the train looks like it's Wales, incredible skys and the sun peeking through now and then. Of course the mission [drugs] was a complete failure, but it's always nice to do public transportation. I



My knuckles are white.



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