I talked to my friend today. She said she had a really bad panic attack yesterday because she couldn't find her wallet and because she broke her car keys. She found her wallet and her key still works, and said she is feeling much better and that she felt terrible for the way she acted. We spent about 40 minutes going on back and forth rants about boys and romance and school and work and flaky friends. So she is back to her normal self and we are both on good terms with each other. I told her I cherished our friendship and she means the world to me.