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Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
January 17, 2005

Gammon

I caught the opening credits of that show Taxi this morning in the billards room and I've had the blahs every since. That damned theme song always gets me down. Constance tanned my hide in backgammon last night, that might be contribuing too. At least now I'm really motivated to learn the game and I'll stop just "letting the dice do the work" as she claims. I think I'll cheer myself up after lunch and drop a couple of bills in Amoeba's jazz room. Yesterday, on the spur of the moment I left a message for the lawn crew not to mow the lawn between the pool and the gully. I'm already regretting it.