I really think that drat little twittering birdy of mine is smoking a kickass bong full of legalized pot and not sharing any of it. I did an hour-long meditation this afternoon during which he interrupted with his tweets in my ear about how Mom would be calling (something about possible printer trouble) and how I would need tech support for my own computer.
Yeah… According to my clearly loopy feathery Pest, the tech supposedly is going to need to remotely access my machine and will more than likely make some unnecessary changes in an effort to promote some online company. Hey! Yo! Birdy! “I am the tech!”