To my fellow feathered friends: Good Night and Pura Vida.

Have lovely but frightfully inspiring dreams.

Wake to the loves of your life.

Enjoy only the very best brewed poison bean juice (coffee; I mean if we're going to drink poison then we might as well brew it right, no?).

Kick ass all day long.

Tell us about your triumphs here when you're done.

We won. They just don't know it yet.