Non-Confession: After 2 long years of service, my space heater has gone all the way of the world. As I sat in front of my computer at work today I noticed a prickle on my forearm. Goose bumps! I looked down and to my left -- where is my private oven??? Lunked. I shouldn't be upset; it gave me its very best, its ONLY years of life. And now it must be replaced forthwit, because guess what: I get cold.