When did my life get so normal?

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I have no idea what's happened to me. I used to lead a fast and almost semi-glamourous life here in NYC. High heels. Cocktails. Late nights. Now all I want to do is get back to New Orleans and finish polyurethaning the floors.

Does this mean I'm all grown up? I don't know how I feel about that.

This is one from the vaults. I'm still playing around with the new camera and since I'm working the next four nights I doubt I'll be able to edit and post any of it--especially with this rotten cold abrewin'. There's this resident at work who has been sick and she does this thing where she sneezes into the open air, or whatever else is in front of her: the computer, the patient charts, me. She says doesn't sneeze into her hands because she needs to keep them as clean as possible. Umm...oookkaaaayy. So she's ignoring the advent of both soap AND Purell, AND she didn't take my suggestion that she turn and sneeze into her shoulder, an old trick I learned back in my ice-cream scooping days. So she just hurls her germs in all directions, prompting one of the other nurses to follow her with a paper towel and a bottle of Mixed Berry Mistolin. It's nasty and now the whole ward smells like Jolly Ranchers.

Have a very happy, Happy Easter and Passover. I'll miss this holiday weekend, but Orthodox Easter the Big One in my neighborhood anyways, so I'll enjoy that when it rolls around.