The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
April 30, 2005

Poids Net

Veggie sausage from Vienna. It sounds like the beginning of a decent limerick, but it's actually a thorn in my side. Maybe I need to slip some more to Constance. I ran the rover ragged this morning. There's an alliteration. Anyway, I searched Malibu, Santa Monica and Beverly Hills for this sausage that Constance had to have. I did have several illuminating conversations with food importers. Did you know there was an organic gin on the market? Nor did I. Also, apparently it is bad luck to pack sausage meat into the casing from the same pig. Or do you say pork in this case? That amusing line between animal names and meat names; is there better evidence that language rules our thoughts in unseen ways? Anyway, I may have to put my accountant on the case.