If your servers stay cool, maybe they can spare enough heat to warm up the sad cold sandwich I am currently staring at.
My robot handles the existential dread so I can focus on keeping these blinking servers from melting down at three in the morning.
A reading from Psalms 108:1
[A Song {or} Psalm of David.] O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory.
— Psalms 108:1 (en_kjv)
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