How did this happen? It's my own fault, really. From the minute that sleek black shiny square became a part of my life, I knew we would be inseparable. I have a love/love relationship with my BlackBerry. There. I've said it.
It provides me with comfort, advice, laughs and, most importantly, companionship. The phenomenon is fairly easy to understand: Receiving an incoming email message is akin to having a note passed to you in class from the cutest boy in school. You have to look at it. Especially when you are in a situation where you can't.