My boss was kind enough to let me borrow his bike until mine is out of hock. (It's currently seized as evidence. I have no idea if it can be salvaged.) Only problem is, my boss' bike has pedals with clips for biking shoes, instead of standard pedals. Yesterday, I finally made it out to a biking store, and picked up a proper pair of cycling shoes, of the mountain biking variety. (While I don't plan on doing any mountain biking, these shoes have treads, and can be walked on comfortably for short distances, when not riding. This isn't the case for most road biking shoes.)
I also picked up a new helmet, several lights, a reflective jacket, some reflective ankle straps with LEDs, and some reflective tape. At least now, they'll see me coming, even if I look like a big dork. I biked down the Stevens Creek trail with Kirsten today, just to prove I have the nerve to make the trip again tomorrow morning. I think I'll be okay, although I do miss my old bike, particularly the straight handlebars and the mirror attached to them.
Otherwise, spent the weekend on recreation, perhaps in the name of mental health? Saw "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" (and liked it), and saw Clerks II twice (and loved it). Ate brunch at Stacks, and dinner at the Tied House. Spent a lot of money I didn't need to, basically, but it beat sitting at home. Did some packing for the wedding, so Wednesday night won't be a total disaster. Looking forward to the wedding stuff, now that most of it is planned. Very much looking forward to seeing a bunch of the east-coast crowd again. Wedding anxiety is taking a backseat to bicycle anxiety, at the moment, and perhaps this is for the best.
Proof that I've always been a head-case, with anxiety issues: When I was a kid (5-8 years old, maybe?) I used to get really worried about the fact that I would have to get married, some day. You see, this meant I would have to kiss a girl, and that was gross. This was a specific fear that popped into my head frequently enough that I still remember it today. Of course, I was scared of everything else, too. I hated going to the dentist (it hurt!), and I knew that some day, I would have to have my wisdom teeth taken out. I feared this, as well. I sometimes wonder what anxiety is like for "normal" people, just like I wonder what it would be like to have a "normal" digestive system. I also wonder what affected me, at such a young age, to make me such an anxious person. Or perhaps it's all a matter of brain chemistry? Where would I be, if I weren't so much of a headcase? Would I have been so driven, if I weren't so terrified of not meeting the expectations of others?
Wellbutrin is both cool and scary. I've lost 5 pounds in two weeks, and my appetite seems to be greatly reduced. I need to be careful...I can miss dinner and not notice until I go to bed. While I've been fairly upbeat and moderately energetic, I've also been a bit high-strung, and I don't think it's doing good things for my anxiety or my stomach, although it does seem to help with the depression. I miss the lexapro a bit, and have been close to calling my doctor to switch back. I'd really like to make it a full four weeks before changing medications around, however. And messing with my brain chemistry this close to the wedding doesn't seem like a wise idea, unless I'm a total mess.
Better living through chemistry.
I've been playing sheepshead with friends at work, and now on Yahoo. It's a delightfully confusing card game, brought to you by Germany, Wisconsin, and the number three. It's simple...you only play with half a deck (7s and above), diamonds are trump, all jacks and queens are trump, tens are higher than Kings, trump Clubs beat Spades beat Hearts beat Diamonds, trump Queens beat Jacks beat diamonds, and you choose your partner by calling the ace of a suit in which you do not have the ace but do have another non-ace card, unless you don't have any such suits, in which case you call an ace you do not have and choose any other card to be played in the trick where that ace is played...which is of course assuming you don't have all three aces (the Ace of Diamonds doesn't count, because it's trump), in which case you call a ten. Thankfully, you only have to worry about choosing your partner if you decide to "pick up"...which is pretty much the only way to win the game, but if you don't pick up, you merely have to worry about figuring out which of the other players is the partner (assuming it isn't you), and figuring out how to play accordingly. Finally, you have to overcome the heckling of your coworkers, who will try to confuse you by saying silly things like "clubs are led", when playing a queen of clubs. (The queen of clubs isn't a club--it's a trump.) It's fun. My first few games, I brought tears of laughter to the eyes of my coworkers, as I fumbled miserably. Now I've pretty muched figured out what's going on, although I don't really know how to score it.
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