Maybe it's the queasy stomach, maybe it's the insomnia or the SAD or writer's block but I'm feeling reckless tonight, so I'll tell you one of my deepest, darkest, most scandalous secrets.
I learned to read and speak Esperanto a couple of years back. And even worse than that, I think it's a fine idea and I don't care if it makes me disreputable. After a few months of studying Teach Yourself Esperanto I could speak it better than I can French, which I studied all through high school and college. And the books I've read are pretty good, especially the poetry.
There. Isn't that scandalous? Now it's your turn.