I went for a walk. Watched numerous La Femme Nikita episodes. Drank a few too many glasses of wine. Washed my face. Donned my nightgown and put my single Westernhagen CD into my stereo. Westernhagen. His Laß uns leben album. The songs are making sense to me. Was ist los mit mir? Hier in der Kneipe fühl’ ich mich frei. I’m feeling it, I am. Of course it just might be the wine. H gave me this album years ago and I still pop it into the stereo every now and then. Thankfully he never gave me any David Hasselhof albums. I really should have burned this Westernhagen CD. Ich liebe Dich, weil – scheiße | Ich liebe Dich – ich singe blöde Liebeslieder… Floating around here somewhere is a CD that H gave me where during a song, the singer screams, “Let us get funky, JA!” No matter how many times I listen to it, I always come close to peeing my pants. Perhaps if I wasn’t so cheap, I would have tossed all these silly German albums. But no. Here they sit, just waiting for me to get a little sauced. Haß’ mich oder lieb’ mich.

Tomorrow I must get ready for more visitors. My mom is bringing over her friend to see the Donnavilla. That means, clean, clean clean!