It’s the first thing I do in the morning and the last thing I do at night.

If it rings, I feel compelled to look at it. I can’t seem to tear myself away from my Blackberry and its getting worse.I find myself running into the market for a gallon of milk clutching my Blackberry as if my life depended on it.  I stare at my purse when I am out to dinner, leaning in as if compelled by the conversation but really I am just straining to see if my purse starts vibrating.  I sometimes miss a key play at my son's baseball game because I can't tear myself away from an email.

It's just so convenient.  I can work from anywhere.  I can work from my driveway. Instead of walking into the house I just stay in the driveway until I finish a BBM. I can be found at the parking lot at Starbucks, or happily in a traffic jam.   I even took it in with me to get my teeth cleaned.  It was so annoying when the hygienist got in the way of my view, blackberry held aloft high in the air at arms length.  I haven't figured out how to take it into the shower but if I could, I likely would.  It’s the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.  Just like sex was when you first start dating!

I want to wean myself off a little and start talking to people again.  How cool to actually hear live what people say instead of trying to tease out emotional feelings behind texts like "I really like your new website".  I mean how can you tell between bullshit and the truth if you can't hear the intonation??  What a concept!

I wonder how Obama did it? He was really sweating his life without his device.  I guess if all of my texts became public domain it wouldn't be as much a public security issue as it was for him.

I thought I had it bad until I found this video on YouTube.
">Brokeback Blackberry kind of sums it all up.