Wednesday afternoon. Primal scream. Primal Scream. Primal scream. EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! F00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000k! Frustration. Anger. Rage. Frustration. Isolation. Depression. Force down three slices of peanut-butter covered raisen bread toast. Shower. Put on my Yom Kippur game face. Drink five glasses of water. Pop … Continue reading I Skulk By Rabbi Weil