Pooped

Man, I'm so tired at the end of the day. I think that since I've had my crackberry, I'm MORE tired because instead of spending my evenings reading, or tidying up, I spend them staring at tiny typeset on my stupid crackberry. I seriously want to get rid of the thing. But can I? Blah!!! I hate being addicted to any plug-in-drug. I hate to admit it, but I've even joined Facebook. I can see the allure of this, but the simple sentences and improper grammar are maddening, not to mention the counting friends, and asking friends if you can BE friends, and 'liking' things! ARGH! The temptation to search for x-boyfriends is just too great. Yes, I did find a long lost friend or two, but do I really need to accidentally happen upon the wrong profile, and see the words, "donkey pounding," and "teabagging?" Seriously? Come on, Chavez or whatever your name is. Is it even possible to get rid of a crackberry, once one is addicted? Will I need rehab? How bad will the withdrawl be? See, I'm already ending my sentences in adverbs, since joining Facebook. The world is going to hell in a Facebook, Smartphone Curve Crackberry sponsored handbag.

I'm so ashamed and embarrassed every time my children catch me glancing at it . . . at the dinner table. Oh the shame.

And the texting. The texting is out of control. I sent over 300 texts last month. That's more than, 10/day, which is about one every hour of the day . . . and this is the example I'm setting for my children? My ever so present-ness is so not present when I'm mad-texting.

The Crackberry has got to go. OH, and I think we could totally be making a car payment instead of Crackberry payments. Cellphones suck, but Crackberries are heroin for the plugged in masses. Unplug me.