75 years old and I've never learnt to be normal. From when I was 16 until the moment in turned 28 I really tried my best, but my 28th 'birth'day party destroyed my 'normality project' in one explosive sweep.

It started out normal enough. I woke up to two missed calls: one from my mum, another from my sister. Both wanted to wish me a happy birthday, probably. I didn't bother to call them back, but got up, took a shower, and ate a perfectly normal breakfast.

And then I threw up my perfectly normal breakfast.

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