|Bruxism. It's a thing.|
Work today was ridiculous.
Last night I got about three hours of sleep. And they were punctuated by horrific nightmares in which my spouse and various dogs physically attacked me and gun nuts attempted to shoot me to death for opposing their views.
So I'm tired. Also, clearly I don't handle working with contractors very well.
Tonight I'm trying not to think about selling my house or getting everything done at work or whether my spouse will try to kill me the way I dreamed he did.
I'm just relaxing and drinking.
My jaw feels much better than it did earlier today. Less clenchy, you know?
|Ain't nobody got time for that|
Tonight I'm making sure my upper and lower teeth don't grind.
It's a pretty good feeling.
Poll question: How do you de-stress? There's no such thing as too many coping mechanisms, after all.
Share and I'll write about it. Tell me why your method is better than vodka. I dare you.
In the meantime, I'm going to go to bed early and hope for better dreams.