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I thought that waking to Bing Crosby would be nice and warm. Six-twenty in the morning... Chestnuts roasting on an open.... -snooze- -snooze- -snooze-... seven fifteen in the morning... Chaos.

Late for work (again).

Didn't have time to walk for coffee... I had to crash through the shop in a frenzied hurry. "I need two shots. Two. Two!!"

Ahh... Juice and Java employees are so kind to me. Even if Candice doesn't like me... she tolerates me and pretends to be happy to see me. However, it is obvious that (at times) I rub her wrong. For instance, the other day, I reported to her that I had gone out Sunday and cut a Pagan tree for Christmas. She just stood there, looking at me with a disgusted look... "what's a pagan tree?" "Uh... a Christmas tree... same thing, only for pagans!" End of conversation. She wouldn't talk to me after that, and her body language was uncomfortable at best. It seems really strange, as Christmas is an ultra-pagan holiday. I understand that even the traditional Christmas tree may come from ancient pagan traditions in which the tree was revered as a holy symbol. We are intertwined in a dynamic web... there's room for every one, even pagan-Christmas celebrations - don't you think?

So, am I Christian? Am I Buddhist? Am I Muslim? Am I Jain? Am I Hindu? Am I Jew? Am I Wiccan? Am I, am I, am I.... Maybe I'm just a bit of everything and nothing at all... Maybe I just am.

I am creation. I am love. I am sustained, for the moment and in complete control... I am, as Peter Tosh sings, that I am.

It is supposed to snow 5-9 inches tonight, which means Provo/Orem will get a light dusting. I hope to get some pictures of the city under the siege of a winter storm this evening... if not, I have the rest of winter.

Coffee and trail mix for breakfast. Biloba is on crack. I've noticed his certain affinity for calling people "dumb ass." Do ya need a cup o joe, Al? You're fucking cranky (but I love you anyway). I woke up late (something about a cold room, warm blankets, and a snooze button) and, of course, was late to work. Had to stop for coffee. Candice is a beautiful girl. I have to love most, if not all, coffee shop girls. There is something in the way they pour coffee. Maybe it's just the fact that they do pour coffee. Hmmm. The Chief was sitting with his cup of black medicine, but his head was pasted to the table. I couldn't tell if he was sleeping, or recovering from a hangover (and I didn't ask). So, I stumble in to work fifteen minutes late, still wondering if I can call in sick.... but I'm here, so I work. Sort of. I called my poor mother, whom I have not talked to in two weeks. And now I'm writing this. So much for work. Shit, I'm almost out of coffee... that's when the day really starts. I wonder if I can get away to the coffee shop. Another cup of coffee and I can work around work for another hour, or so. Hmmm....