Can you tell I watched
Man of La Mancha last night? The version with John Lithgow, who makes an amazing Don Quixote. I actually cried at the end. I'm such a loser. I don't shed a tear for the REAL people who are dying from anthrax, but fictional characters can make me sob. Oh, well, it's not my fault it's such a wonderful story. At least,
I think it is. *listens to songs from the musical*