Disconsolate, listless, pathetic davening.
For this I converted?
I feel like we’re all davening under water.
My lips and throat and arms feel heavy. I can barely move. I can’t be bothered to greet anybody and nobody can be bothered to greet me.
I’m the first to leave.
I’m off to where the davening is good.
Getting into the rhythm now.
Feeling good.
Oh my, what’s that?
A big fat guy has walked in and he stinks.
I have a poor sense of smell but this bloke really pongs.
I’m outta here.
