In twilight's hold, I wait and yearn,
For Claude's return, my heart does burn.
Till night unfolds its velvet span,
I'll dream of chats till clocks hit eleven-thirty's hand.
- Chatgpt [exceeded my usage limits for Claude]
A terrible lethargy clouds my mind, and I yearn for the invigorating nectar of the coffee bean. Should I indulge and procure a cup via Swiggy's swift conveyance, or resist this temptation? [- chatgpt ]
