I've been away this weekend, visiting a couple of friends down in Umeå, a town about 200 kilometres away from where I live. They're really beautiful and nice persons, and I've had a great time and a well needed sort of vacation. I'm home now, sitting alone in front of my computer and feel really inspired to start working with a lot of projects.

At one time I felt some kind of feeling or sensation which felt kind of new to me. I really liked it, sort of reminded me of some of my own films, just a bit more psychotic, but still wrapped in something smooth and safe. I'll try to get back to that feeling, cause when I was in the middle of it, every thought that popped up in my head seemed like a wonderful idea which later could become a great film.

More and more often, I feel like a child. It's beautiful and I'm enjoying every second of it. Right now I'm tired, and I've got a lot of schoolwork to do, but I feel great. Happy, maybe? I don't know. It don't seem important right now.
I'm going to watch Le voyage dans la lune, and then go to sleep.
Good night!