Perfect Timing

This morning, while I was pulling at my hair trying to debug one of my programs, an email popped up in my inbox. It contained a simple poem...

If I was a painter......
You would be my painting,

If I was an author.....
You would be my story,

If I was a poet.....
You would be my poem,

UNFORTUNATELY
I'm a Programmer...
And you are my bug.

Talk about perfect timing.