The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
May 31, 2005

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I am little nervous about the opening of wading pool tomorrow. I've even made a list of things to double check; something I haven't done in years. Make a list that is. Jumbo shrimp, check. Podium polish, check. I am on my way over to Kinko's to make ID cards for Manolo's band. That place is always a zoo. I am a little curious about the trombone player. I think his name is Art. He submitted his headshot when I asked him to provide a photo for the ID card. I am not sure why exactly, but I am offput by it. File it under miscellanea. If nothing else it will be a pain to bump down. On a brighter note I checked under the solar cover just now and we are at a refreshing 81 degrees, and there isn't a single bug in the filter. I wish I could say the same. Gotta run, Diary.