Ah, the mysterious phenomenon of code that spontaneously combusts overnight. You go home after a productive day, your code purring like a well-fed cat, only to return the next morning to find it's transformed into a dumpster fire that would make Chernobyl look like a minor inconvenience. The best part? You haven't changed a single line . It's as if your code decided to have an existential crisis at 3 AM and is now punishing you for leaving it alone in the dark. Seventeen errors? That's practically a cry for attention. Meanwhile, you're sitting there wondering if gremlins have infested your repository, or if Mercury is in retrograde for JavaScript specifically. The only logical explanation, of course, is that the universe simply hates developers on Mondays.