In The Abyss
March, 1986
I don't know whether to kill myself or go bowling. --Florence Henderson, on "The Love Boat"It looks all black outside, even at noon; and inside, there is a perpetual dreary gray, wet and chill and noxious. I cannot clear my head of it; my eyes will hardly focus.My arms and legs feel too heavy to move. If I could go into the kitchen to make coffee, I would. There is no book to read, no one to speak to, nothing to occupy my hands, which won't move anyway.The idea of love or hate or any s...
