"He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either."

The keyboard on my laptop took a dive at about 11:30 last night, leaving me stranded with only the letters left of T, H and N. It's like the wall between East and West Berlin. I was kind of upset because I've had that laptop for two or three years and have never experienced any problems with it before. I don't have a warranty because it was a hand-me-down from a friend. I texted Todd about it and, I swear, you guys, I can't make stuff like this up -- he told me that he was going to Walmart to pick up a midnight copy of The Dark Knight anyway, and that he'd buy a replacement keyboard for me while he was out. I can't even begin to describe how much I love Todd. Not just because he bought me a replacement keyboard, but because that kind of act just comes naturally to him. He doesn't hesitate. When I'm sad or frustrated or in a tight spot, he's always there for me. He is, without question, the kindest, most generous, gentlest, most outstanding person in my life.

I don't use this word lightly, but,

FRAK.