I walk to the bathroom and lock the door. She surprsingly is quiet, and I soon find out why. I slide down the door and bury my face in my arms once she hangs up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What holds you betwixt panic and serenity? That is, if it's not among the many querulous quagmires unfit for elaboration. — soundofmind as Emiliano Achillinus