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Aug. 21st, 2002 10:46 amI've found that the older I get the more of a wuss I become. Needles have never been my thing, but now even the thought of them gives me the chills. I used to be able to deal with spiders, now I only do it if there is nobody else available. I used to be able to read in the car all the time, now motion sickness prevents me even on straightaways like the interstate. I'm just a big ol' wuss, what can I say.