The Chronic Atheist

In which ol' Junkshop rolls out yet another new project, and opens up a little.

In which nothing new happens, EXCEPT for us all adding something new and exciting to stress about.

In which we talk about talking, opening up, and vertigo.

In which Yours Truly admits to the fear, and prepares to see a specialist.

In which we attempt to discuss vulnerability - and are rudely interrupted!

In which we anxiously await many things, and otherwise stress the heck out.

In which Yours Truly has an accident, defines their terms, and generally rambles a bit.

In which Yours Truly has been scheduled for tests, does shameless plugs, and ends on a very random note.

In which I complain, and also tell one teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy lie...

In which we get up close and WAY too personal with the fear, and the Appointment draws ever more nigh.