There was a boy, a very strange, enchanted boy. I try not to read it any more, but strangely enough, when I do I often feel better about myself and happier about the way things are now. I realize there was more than just one person with “issues.” Sometimes my guilt made me forget that.
Yom Kippur is coming up soon.
You try not to read *what* anymore, the lyrics of Moulin Rouge?
No, “it.” :> I guess I’m in a “cryptic” mood. It will pass.
Ok, the mood passed. I’m just getting used to the changes in my life… things that have changed in the past year. That’s all.
*raises hand* Oh! Oh! I know what “it” is!