Being able to turn on my computer without wanting to cry and/or toss it out of the window and/or wanting to put my fist through the monitor is really quite priceless.
Welcome, little guy.
It doesn't have a name yet so suggestions would be helpful.
(Also, that bed that it's on is brand new too. As is the mattress. Am now officially broke and donations to the 'Heather B. will need to eat at some point this week', fund are being accepted now. They're also tax detuctible.)