It occurred to me today that I might be a big giant wuss. It's true. Sometimes I have the courage to start something up, only to feel deflated later on and just inches away from bailing. I get anxious about things -- which is probably why I tend to better when somebody just ambush me and drag me away to do something. All the waiting leading up to it is enough to make me feel like I want to throw up. As you can see, I'm having a hard time.... a real hard time.

"If your desires are not extravagant, they will be granted."