Yip I have it . It is debilitating. A mate threatened to chuck it into the harbour at Dockside at lunch the other day. I was saved by the fella next to me, also a crackberry addict who defended my right to use my blackberry where ever and whenever I wanted. Yesterday the unthinkable happened. My emails stopped coming in. They were on my computer but they weren't going to my blackberry.
Phoned Telecom- they said it was my email providers fault. - I use Freeparking / Webfarm. It was 8pm. No joy in raising anyone. Funny thing is I could send emails from my Blackberry and they were going to my email account its just that they weren't going to my blackberry.
I didn't sleep well . I woke up on the hour every hour checking one my one eyed black best friend , to see if by chance it had recovered.
6am this morning as I lay staring at my crackberry I saw the sweet soft seductive flash of red that indicated incoming messages after 14 hours of nothingness.
82 of the wonderful little snippets of information I thirst for every minute of the day waited for me. I felt a lovely warm sensation seep into my bones. I picked up my blackberry and gave it a loving stroke and waited patiently for the soft red flash to signal my next fix.
How fucked is that.
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