The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
January 31, 2005

Meter

They blew a few fuses getting it hooked up, but Manolo (and Water and Power I might add) must be pleased. The tanning bed is now installed and no longer throws off a 60 cycle hum that spooks Tito. I can't believe I had known Manolo as long as I had without knowing he doesn't get his bronzed countenance the natural way. He has earned it, I suppose. This addition to the house may cut down on his inveterate errands which he usually claimed were related to a suppy of fresh sea salts for the baths. The electricans still have a cable running through the gray room to power the beast. As I plan on an extended Ring Cycle listening session, it will need to be removed. The only sonic reflection I want in that room should be between the ears, Diary. Aloha.