...but I do wear a bite guard when I sleep. After waking up so many times with a headache and being woken up by a boyfriend to be told, "holy fuck, I think you're gonna grind your teeth right out of your mouth," I figured it was time for a trip to the ol' dentist. It's clear and unnoticeable unless I fall asleep like the lady on my bus who sits there with her mouth gaping open and drooling all over herself. Which I don't. Or if I try and say something like, "Sally sells sea shells down by the sea shore." And really, how often does that come up in bedtime conversation? It helps prevent me from gnawing the hell out of my teeth but even though I don't wake up every morning with a headache, I do still wake up with one sometimes.
And when one wakes up with a wicked headache, it's probably not the greatest of ideas to stop into Caribou Coffee to get a caffeine-full cup of tasty espresso goodness. Caffeeine has never really had a huge effect on me and I've generally been able to drink it whenever I wanted and not wind up either all jittery or just wanting to crash. But these days, it's fucking with my body. Hell, coffee in general is starting to fuck with my body and I do not enjoy.
If this is what approaching 30 looks like, 30 can scurry off and go suck a fat one.
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