What panic attacks are made of.

George, I have an ulcer. I don’t sleep well, mostly because you keep calling me at night. If you don’t call me, I dream that you’re going to call me. I think about you in the shower, not in a good way but in an “I’m so distracted I can’t remember if I washed my hair way”. So, I wash my hair twice! I have a hole in my stomach, I am running out of shampoo