So my phone stopped work­ing. Not com­plete­ly, I could still do every­thing on it except make or receive phone calls. I’m always sur­prised, and a lit­tle ashamed when I can’t get through a day with­out my Treo stuck to me like glue. What is so all fire impor­tant in my life that I feel the need to be con­nect­ed to every­one who hap­pens to have my phone num­ber or email address? I berat­ed myself for two days, then today I got my replace­ment in the mail and WOO HOOOO I went back to my addic­tion like some crazed street drug user. Black­ber­ry devices have been laugh­ing­ly renamed “crack­ber­ry” for this rea­son. I’m try­ing to think of a good word to describe my Palm Treo…