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I’m grinding my teeth. Can’t seem to kick that habit. Either I shake my leg until my whole body vibrates or I grind my teeth. The leg shaking annoys other people. So I grind my teeth. I only do it when I am anxious. To be fair, I am anxious a lot. Today I am the most anxious. I am waiting for something that I have been waiting for for 3 months, more probably. I dream about it most nights. I day dream about it most days. My eyes are leveled on the point where the dirt road in front of me meets the tar high way. It is crazy hot. Stale air oozes between the trees. The humidity is tangible. The black flies flit around my forehead dodging beads of sweat to suck on …