I feel great this morning. A rarity, indeed... it's so refreshing. I woke early so I could walk for coffee. Candice and Ryan were working (I guess they always work Monday mornings). Chief was there... sitting in the corner, drinking his coffee. I like him, even though we have only had small, passing conversations (on forming a drinking olympics for drunks). Chris and his son, Phen (spelling), were there too. I like running into familiar faces. It's comforting sometimes, like this morning. As I was walking back to my apartment, my roommate (who was driving to get coffee on his way to work) pulled to the side of the road. "Don't you have to work at eight?" "Yea," I replied. "So, you walk to get coffee... then walk back home to drive to work?" I just looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders, commented on how weird it seemed to him and drove off. I'M TIRED OF BEING A LAZY ASSHOLE! Of course I didn't say a thing to him... it's really none of his business. I like walking. It's a little thing, but it does help me put life into perspective. Slow down... slow down. I'm small and that makes me happy.