The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 13, 2005

Time

The Gray room had a subtle aroma of Macintosh Apple today Diary. I guess its the new scented candles Manolo purchased last weekend from the Wicks N' Sticks. Today was a mental health day and I had planned to spend it by the pool side to work on my George Hamilton, even though its pointless as I always seem to burn and peel. The pool isn't officially open of course. But then again, it isn't officially a pool. Afterwards I retired to the Hearth Room where I haven't spent much time lately, and I seem to have so much of it on my hands. I sat quietly and as I gazed around the room, I could tell it was time for a renovation. I hollered for Manolo to come take notes while the ideas were fresh in my mind, but my calls fell on deaf ears. Oh well, when the time is right I’m sure these thoughts will resurface. Have you ever seen the movie Time Bandits, Diary? A true odyssey if I’ve ever seen one. Au Revoir Diary.