The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 1, 2004

Panes

I don't usually dream when I nap. Today was no exception, but when I awoke I guessed I must be dreaming. Nothing shocking, diary, it's just I'm still surprised when I wake up to rainfall on the window pane, that's all. It turned out to be nothing more than a little sun shower, but through the bedroom windows, it looked like a Tony Scott movie. Mary Ellen left a note confirming everyone's travel. I had slept right though her appointment. Based on the dirty glasses at the bar, it looks like she shared a banana-and-something shooter with Manolo too. Sometimes I feel like the waiter around here while Manolo is making up new handshadows. I am about to head out to Hollywood proper. I just realized I forgot to shower too. Boy do I have the blahs today.