no more crackberry

Got out of the taxi yesterday and accidentally left my blackberry on the seat. I think what disturbed me most was how disturbed I was to lose it. It's like a part of me is missing.

Some interesting Pavlovian responses in the last 24 hours:

-Everytime I hear a vibrate, I reach around for my blackberry.
-I reach in my pocket every so often to send a text message to find nothing there.
-It was my alarm, so rolled over this morning to turn it off because I thought I heard it. Whoa, that's scary.

There was a funny article in Forbes that someone sent me called the "crackberry", which rather scientifically suggests that the blackberry has similar addictive qualities to that of alcoholism.

Sadly, I'm in massive withdrawal and if it is indeed an addiction which it appears it is, I'm not going to get another phone for a while.

I think I need a break.