Only God And I Knew How It Worked Now Only God Knows

You write some cursed code at 3 AM fueled by caffeine and desperation. It works. You ship it. Six months later someone asks you to explain it and you're staring at your own creation like it's ancient hieroglyphics. The logic made perfect sense when you were in the zone, but now? Not even a prayer and three cups of coffee can resurrect that knowledge. Your past self was a genius. Your present self is an idiot who can't read their own handwriting. The circle of code life continues.