"BlackBerry, do I have any new messages?"

Silence.

"I said, BlackBerry, do I have any new email messages?"

Nothing.

"BlackBerry, are you on? Do you need to be charged?"

"Yes, Omar. I'm on."

"Check my work email for new messages, BlackBerry."

"I'm sorry Omar, I'm afraid I can't do that."

That's pretty much how the honeymoon ended, though I left out the scenes where I cried. Just because I knew it was coming, that didn't make the day any easier.

The demo BlackBerry unit I've been using since I first mentioned it back on October 23 has been unceremoniously taken from me. There were no "one week left," or even "one DAY left" warnings. I only discovered it because the wife told me she tried to call me, and she got a recording saying that this number was out of service. When I heard this, I took it out of its holster, and I read the rather unfriendly "SIM CARD REJECTED" notification across the top. It may as well have been a picture of a middle finger, accompanied by the text "UP YOURS, PHILLIPS." The BlackBerry has hardly even had a chance to wear the new outfit I got it for Christmas.

I'd write more about it, but... I... I just can't right now. It's too soon.