This is one of those mornings that, in spite of doing all of the
recommended things...Schoolhouse Rock instead of angsty Frou Frou in
the car CD player, adding a green slipcover to the couch (green being
one of the calming, soothing colors according to a magazine article I
read)...I still cannot shake the feeling that just behind or to one
side of my existence there is a deep black hole that I am going to
fall into.
It is a bright, sunny day outside. It's about 17 below with the wind
chill, but the sun is shining and the sky is blue without a cloud in
sight. But I swear I can see the grotesque, distorted faces of
monsters pressing against whatever fabric that is keeping them in
their black abyss.
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