Ain't no other man...

I'm back at school, and although the boy next door is next door no more, there is still a man in my life. For the last five years, I've counted on him to cheer me up when I've been feeling down. I cherish every precious hour we spend together (four so far, and the semester hasn't even started yet). He's strong, honest, talented and reliable--well, except for those times when the bastards at Fox replace him with an extended episode of American Idol.

Jack Bauer, you complete me.