The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
January 19, 2005


I can't get it started today Diary. Not even the morning Muselix tasted very good. I misspoke to Ishii's house sitter, I told him (half seriously) that I think I have SIDS. He laughed and corrected me. I, of course, meant Seasonal Affective Disorder. If I wasn't so lethargic I might have been irritated, but then again I was the one who misspoke. I looked on the SAD website. It is based in England. Surprise? They spell orginization with an 'S' over there. Monolo cheered me up by playing some Charlie Parker on the sax while I took tea. When Monolo plays he has an odd tendancy to look like a bird as well. Perhaps it is the instrument. Be good.

[signed] Nick

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