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&#39;ll ever write, so I&#39;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&#39;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