The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 12, 2005

Luckiness

Is it bad luck to touch an Oscar? Many think it is if you want to win one. Is it bad luck sleep with cheese? I'm guessing it is and I'm not going to bother to look it up in my luck and chance compendium. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I awoke from a ten on a scale of ten night's rest only to discover several of those novelty cheesewheels with the amused cow on them sharing the bed. The little wax wheels were slightly crushed but the waxy shell had prevented the cheese from soiling the linens. Constance was not over so I assumed it to be a midnight snack run with only part of my mind driving. It's happened before and usually on film. I breifly considered replacing them in the fridge, but thought better of it: Manolo would unplug the fridge and clean it if he thought something was crushing the cheese. Opening an unplugged fridge is like rocking an empty rocking chair: quite bad luck where I come from. Peace be upon you, Diary.