Normal

When did this happen?

Last night, after an extremely stressful day of moving out the bulk of my mom's furniture, while my dad watched on and spit out hurtful comments at his children like watermelon seeds, and I mumbled curses at dusty bookshelves, cardboard boxes and crystal bowls, I sat at my sister's house and said, "I don't think I can swear for a week. I've used up my entire swearing quota in one day."
My brother looked at me, shook his head laughing and said, "Ang, you're so bizarre. Swearing quota?"

I don't even notice anymore. Harrumph.
So much for normal.


Ah, fuck normal.

I guess there was one left.