Not normal.

I haven't felt normal in about a month. Mostly due to my new cyborg arm. I've decided I could live with it, if it could shoot lasers. (It cannot.)

Gross.

So, normal. What exactly is normal? I don't know. You don't know. But in the context I'm using it, I'd have to say normal would be being myself. I have not been wearing the clothes I normally would be wearing. I am not doing the things I normally would be doing. (You get the idea.) All because of my broken bones and this contraption. 

I hate it.

10 more days.