As in shaky, not in a “Feel so good, gotta shake it” way.
And not an ice cream way.
My fingers are shaking.
My head shook when I belted back that can of diet pepsi.
That happens though.
My head shakes back and forth when I’m
angry mad — angry is too open and vowel-y — so does the rest of me but well-meaning people point out my head shake. As in, “Are you aware that you’re shaking?”
Prozac up-ed dosage, weird blood sugar, or my usual essential tremors. Who knows.
Maybe I scared the sh*t out of myself. All the time. All day today.