And I like it.
That’s the problem.
I like it.
I should be cleaning for Passover but the Evil One has me in his grip and it feels good!
It makes me tingle all over.
I want to sing and dance and fornicate.
I don’t feel this excited when I am davening.
Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me from this burden of sin?
I want to get married. I want to have children and send them to yeshiva. Oy, how will I ever overcome my sinful propensities?
Wickedness, impurity, uncleanliness, tame, lust, sin, gluttony, envy, jealousy. You name the sin, I do it. Wicked wicked man. Will this be the year I leave Egypt or am I just too comfy there?
I think I’m going to lie down.
