I love the tired droopy eyes that comes from decades of staring at bad code.

Not good code, never good code. Good code you glance at once and it makes your heart sing.

No, bad code keeps you up at night, staring into the void between the whitespace until you can make out the subpixel colouring of your own sad reflection gazing recursively in upon itself broken only by the jagged stack limit threshold of the hateful morning sun casting a bad enough glare for you to hiss under the covers for a brief respite before you repeat the same process again.