I don't get it
watching my honey, show me their code, they are a computer, in computer mode, I love and admire, how deep they are thinking, but oftentimes I find myself, sinking and sinking, into depths of shit I don't know, and shit I don't get, and no matter how much I try, the expectation's not met, there's not enought time in the day, my mind's a total sweep, now to put a tube in my nose, for a 6-1/2 hour night of sleep.
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