Thanks to yesterday’s 18-hour sneezing fit, my diaphragm muscles are sore as hell. I feel like someone took a bat to my ribcage, but that sure beats non-stop sneezing hour after hour.

Swapped messages again with a rather tipsy Nane. LOL, I still don’t know what to make of Fräulein Nane. She kind of gives me mixed messages. She’s clearly stated directly and not that she’s attracted to me, but sometimes acts like she isn’t and like she only likes guys. But I asked her again, just to be sure, and she said that yes, she has indeed been with women before. Good. The last thing I want to do is flirt with a straighty as I like to give them the same respect I want people to give me. We really don’t flirt much, though. Just a passing thought or compliment here and there, but nothing like what used to transpire between my former Italian “girlfriend.” We didn’t just flirt, LOL. No, we went way beyond that. We talked dirty.

I wonder if she’s an alcoholic based on how often she mentions getting drunk. She drank a whole bottle of champagne because something “weird” was happening. I guess she had a friend who went down to Libya a year ago to work. They kept in touch weekly, but then the guy started acting weird and she stopped hearing from him. She thought he was dead. Then she got a message from him saying he’d been in jail, and so now she’s all confused and not sure what to think. He had gotten a touch of “Lagerkoller.”

Either way, I could tell she was kind of out of it. She knows I spell my name with an I yet spelled it with a y, told me to see a homeopathic for my “skin” allergies which I told her before were really sinus allergies, and invited me to this concert in Munich 3 times, LOL.

She was telling me that while her English isn’t too bad, she prefers to communicate in her own language, isn’t much of a writer, and prefers speaking with people face to face, seeing their gestures and looking into their eyes.

This I understand as most people seem to hate to write. And yeah, her English isn’t too bad, though she makes some funny mistakes at times like when she said doctors “describe” medicine, LOL.

What does my rat not understand about the word “no?” Every chance he gets he makes a grab for my necklace and tries to either chew or pull it off, that little devil. Plus I so stupidly left a bag of trash sitting on the kitchen floor which he chewed through. I found him happily gnawing on an empty sugar packet before he could make too much of a mess.

He’s hilarious whenever one of us goes into the kitchen. He comes running in to beg at our feet. He stands on my foot and hugs my ankle. He definitely can’t keep his mouth off of anything for long, LOL. He even tries to chew on my fingernails. Something I’m sure those who are creeped out by rats would love to imagine.

Because I was sick yesterday I couldn’t do much more than update my journal and watch movies. And I couldn’t even get through the whole movie. So I’m going to finish it, then it’s back to work.

I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I couldn’t resist. I called two numbers Stacey works at (she manages a storage company, too) and let my electronic reader read her the part of my journal where I last wrote about her on her voicemail, LMAO.