Let me set the scene for you. Vegas. 3 AM. I’ve just tiptoed into the room (after loudly unlocking the door..) and found Kathy in her bed trying to wake up to ask me if we had fun. (Some of the girls and I had just seen the sights on Fremont Street and had breakfast at 2 AM.) I mumble an answer and escape to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK (on the bathroom door) “Hey – sorry…but I’m having a bit of a PANIC ATTACK!!! I am really FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW!” Kathy practically yells.
In too calm of a voice, I ask, “Umm…okay. So….is it an…….emergency, you think?”
“Hmm……I don’t kn…”
“Okay then. I’ll just wash my face and get dressed…then I’ll be out to help you.”
Friend of the Year, indeed! Where do I pick up my award?
Morning's Light 
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