Generally speaking my handwriting is illegible in the best of circumstances (proven to cause madness in some of the worst) but I've discovered an interesting property of it recently. Apparently, if left alone for a few weeks, whatever notes I took on any subject morph into poetry. Witness.
Sacred pose of puffed pages to incur clockwork disturbance.
That originally read: Second page of preferred pages to increase click distance.
Perhaps I should have practiced my penmanship a little more. Good thing I didn't actually need those notes.
Yay! give us more illegible poetry!
The only thing that rivals drunken poetry.
Ooo, drunk poetry. Do you have examples? Another line: Custom Liver Laws add to static pancakes - protest!
Awesome - I want to see the one about nocturnal purses!
That explains some of your code comments...