Disconnection Game Plan

Disconnection poked its ugly head into my face and caterwauled.

Yep, that was my yesterday.

Oh, I try to deny the lowlife sitting on my shoulder. The blighter babbling on and on about my disassociation with, you know, the world.

But some days, he won’t be denied.

Some days, he just smashes his face into my face and bellows.

Creep.

I’m wearing shoulder pads today.

And investing in a can of mace.

(Good plan. Macing myself in the face while dressed as a football player will surely ingratiate me into normal society.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe