The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 26, 2004

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I am trying to pack for the upcoming trip Diary, but I just don't have the motivation. I'd rather just buy everything I need when I get there. I know how that sounds but trust me, it is just because I am lazy. If I wanted to flex the wedge I have in the bank I would build a thermometer that was ten feet higher than the largest one that stands by the roadside of I-15 in Baker. I always thought that would be funny. It would certainly rattle a cage or two. I don't have the shoeleather for it, but I would personally enjoy an eccentric millionaire who would pull stunts like that. It would be even better if his name was Greg, but spelled Gregg. That reminds me I need to see that movie about Howard Hughes.