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Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 23, 2004

Absolutely Sweet Marie

Furious. That's the word that popped into my head this morning after breakfast in the gray room and I haven't been able to shake it. I think it is my favorite word. It has a tactile, direct quality that speaks to the feeling of fury. I wish I had my Actor's Studio interview back, I'd change my answer. And a bunch of other things about that appearance. Oh well. Manolo is trodding eggshells today and I'm not sure why. Time to put on my private dick hat. Don't take that the wrong way, it's another of Terry Stamp's colorful phrases. I have settled into a good mood in the Oak room, playing some LPs on the old Akai and examing my Xmas list. Who has been naughty and who has been nice may have a lot to do with when this Dylan record needs to be flipped.

[signed] Nick

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