tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973651363432285821.post3204774326539728748..comments2011-01-21T19:42:51.294-06:00Comments on Todd's Blournal: Attachment DisorderTKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608510300088069876noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973651363432285821.post-36237448616744490082011-01-21T19:42:51.294-06:002011-01-21T19:42:51.294-06:00Thanks for the comment. This may be the best piece...Thanks for the comment. This may be the best piece of content I'll ever write, so I'm glad it made you feel better. I still have the razor, and I always will. My wife calls it my junk bin, but I look through it now and again and always smile. <br /><br />Sorry to hear about your cable box.TKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608510300088069876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973651363432285821.post-35467339870188957752011-01-21T18:22:24.392-06:002011-01-21T18:22:24.392-06:00I cried when reading this. It was three years ago,...I cried when reading this. It was three years ago, so I don't know if you will see my response. I was googling to try to find a name for this disorder. My cable box stopped working (for my TV) I brought it in for repair. It was not fixable. I had to buy a new one. I wanted to take the broken one home with me, but it seemed ridiculous. I gave it to the guy behind the coutner, he tossed on a shelf with other broken things. I had a lump in my throat, and almost felt my eyes well up with tears. It was then that I knew I had it bad. Thanks for sharing, I feel 1% more normal now!brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939476042059298935noreply@blogger.com