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Was having a kind of crappy day (restful weekend, slept ok, but woke up depressed anyway). Then one of my sandals, of the pair I bought not six months ago, broke. There's something about losing a shoe, or worse, having it flop worse-than-uselessly on your foot due to a broken strap, that really springs a leak in one's gas tank of motivation. =:\

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Mr. T says "20 mins (minimum!) cardio exercise is chemically similar in effect to that of a dose of prozac, fool!"

Crammed costuming for tonight's dress rehearsal into my pannier bags and biked to Diesel. Have acquired lunch and thai iced tea. Hopefully exercise plus food plus stimulants plus ambient peopleness will assist. Feeling better now, anyway.

My place to Alewife: 15-20 mins.
My place to Diesel: 25-30 mins.

Noted for future reference, I hope.

(Oh, and Zappos offered me a refund for the sandals and upgraded me to their "vip" membership, which means free 1-day shipping on anything I buy there from now on. Then I called mooshoes about the non-cow dress shoes I ordered for the show, which hadn't shown up yet-- they were still on order, but they had a similar pair they're now overnighting to me. Actual customer service ftw!).

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Hrmmm... caffeine + 5mg of adderal. Feeling not-depressed for the first time today, and it doesn't feel like it's just a factor of the exercise. My leg is bouncing un-controllably, but my mood is good and I can concentrate (compulsive livjounalling notwithstanding). It's kind of scary how good the buzz feels. I've always been afraid of becoming one of those people who needs coffee or whatever in the mornings. Non-reliance on that sort of thing has always been a point of pride for me. And I've always been tired and subject to depression. Maybe instead of waiting until after I've crashed, I should try more readily identifying the days when I start out underwater and just "give in", and "risk getting hooked on" stimulants (by which I just mean caffeinated tea, but yes those are the terms I think of it in), and use that momentum to get some exercise, a change of scene when I need it, or at least something actually done at work so I can point to that if I lose it later on.

...then again, I can already feel it wearing off, I think. Meh. Treading carefully.

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Backstage at the Somerville theater (which, for some reason, has blazing fast wireless provided by CBS Interactive). That's cool all by its self, but there are some historical pictures on the wall of old managers and whatnot. Then one of my castmates calls over "Hey Brad, I didn't know you were around in 1920". Sure enough there's a guy in one of the pics who... he doesn't look exactly like me, but there's definitely a resemblance. Neat! I don't know of any relations in the area, but it's still cool to have that usually-in-the-movies, "hey, the guy in this old photo looks just like you!" moment. Sadly, my camera can't do decent enough pics to be worth re-producing here.