I'm in Brooklyn. I'm lying in bed. I'm having panic attacks. I'm feeling in over my head in a management contract position with a theatre I was ill prepared for. My father is back in Canada, dealing with health issues. My romantic relationship in New York is falling apart. I'm thousands of dollars in debt. I can barely function at work. So I call in sick, faking a cough, and try to figure out how to get through the next few hours.