Let's get this bread.

I had a few dreams last night; in one i was trying to do stuff on the program at work for reserving something for.... a grove of trees?

Wait, brain, did you have a nightmare about a grove of trees trying to make a reservation at the resort you work at?

What the. Okay.

The other i was walking up to a bunch of people watching Mount Saint Helens from a distance and being the annoying smart asshole and I said it probably wouldn't erupt today so we should all go home, before it popped off.

Not a huge eruption, mind you, but yeah.

Anyway.

No matter the amount of cheese, or the amount of pizzas, this made me laugh.

Pippin tax!

Today's message from Pippin: "Pippin. Okay. Breeep. Pippin. Pippin?"

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1) Are you on the run to a safe place and passing through Arizona on your way to safer grounds? My apartment is open to you to crash at, and it is a safe space. Pippin and I will make you a meal and gladly share tea, wine, or mead with you.

2) Hey! Take your meds with a full glass of water, please. Do it for Pippin, or Space Mom, or better yet, do it for yourself.

3) Ĝefeloað wē. We will carry on.

4) all funds from the sales of items at these two links will be sent to support charities aiding to fight for Trans rights in the US (not just T-shirts!)

https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/74812801-all-conures-are-anarchists

https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/74811778-whiptail-pride

5) Since multiple people have requested this over the last two weeks or so, my ko-fi is: https://ko-fi.com/codyandpippin