Update on the life of Andrea:
I still work at Primary Children's, which I enjoy.
I still get lots of hives, which I hate.
I am still single, which I am used to.
I still live alone in my condo, which I love.
I still have my cat Gigi, who puts up with me.
I no longer sleep, not so cool.
I continue to find great humor in the world around me, and share that with others.
I set off my fire alarms very easily, which may be an indication of the quality of my cooking.
I am no longer forced to plan ward activities, which brings me great joy.
I have straight hair today, which is abnormal.
I am current on all my bills, which is normal.
I text way more than I should, but so does everyone else I know.
I need to get an external hard drive, or my computer may self-destruct.
I hate spiders, but can't kill them because the crunching gives me the chills.
I had THE WORST NIGHTMARE EVER last night. No seriously. I woke up in a panic. Bad news. It was all my greatest fears combined. I'm blaming my lousy meds.
I hate taking medicine, but I hate hives more.
I haven't broken any bones this year, surprise.
I do not like dancing. At all. Not even a little bit.