I am a teeth grinder. While I sleep I grind my teeth when I am stressed, upset, angry, cold, hot … pretty much anything. I do this to the point of actually chipping one of my teeth! So now I buy these mouth cards at $26 a pop and look like a rugby player while I go to sleep. But instead of grinding away at my teeth, I grind away at a piece of plastic and this, I am told, is much better. And my jaw does feel better in the morning so that is good.

This morning I woke with my teeth clenching the stupid mouth guard like I was in a tug of war battle and pulling the rope with my teeth, which is pretty usual. But I was clamping down almost violently. I don’t know WHAT I dreamed about, but it sure pissed me off and from the moment I woke up to when I finally stopped hitting snooze thirty minutes later and got out of bed to when I left my apartment about an hour later, I was angry.

Anger is fine, in its place. But anger that has know known origin is annoying to those who have the unfortunate luck of crossing my path and to my poor jaw, still busily grinding away.

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