This one might be impossible too so I'll give you a hint. I'm surprised to see so much repetition because I deleted the repeated words as I typed in the lyrics.
I, 5, 78, Ⅰ, Ⅱ, your family's pain, headache, and I, I, I, I, I, God, I remember feeling sad on the left. 10, 89 loses.
Argh. I think I may have realized today that a theorem that's supposed to be a major part of my dissertation is wrong. I can see a way to halfway fix it, but not totally. I need to work some more to figure out if I can fix it better. Either that, or just give up and follow my tagline.
Argh indeed, Hil. How frustrating!
Wait. Maybe it is OK. I just found an article published a few years ago that proves the part of my formula that I thought was wrong. I don't understand that proof, but I think I can at least get the gist of it if I read it more closely tomorrow.
Hil, have you tried plugging it in to the translator? It might surprise you.
OK, I'm no help. So, this one caused a head scratch. It ended with I'm Adam
Oh, and for added fun, my day today started with my somehow managing to get raspberry smoothie on practically every surface of my kitchen, including my shirt, but almost none into the bottle I was trying to get it into. (My brilliant idea was to use a funnel to get the smoothie from the food processor bowl into the rather narrow bottle. The whole thing tipped over, with the smoothie-covered funnel flying in one direction, the smoothie-filled bottle falling in another direction, and some of the smoothie still pouring out of the food processor bowl onto the counter.)
Ok universe, quit picking on Hil.
My tagline becomes "When Vermont, bookstores, restaurants, BIGANOPUN can be moved to"
BIGANOPUN
In my head this is another name for a shaggy dog story.