iPhone Addiction

It’s only been two weeks, but I’m already a junkie. My retinas are constantly burning with Eye-Strain-O-Vision™ squinting at the tiny device. After living without a smartphone for years, hoping against hope that Verizon would finally get my coveted iPhone, my patience paid off. Preordered. Delivered before the rush. Stuffed full with apps.

After toiling with a Razr phone for half a decade, I finally got used to the predictive text mechanism, but longed to send detailed (and properly capitalized!) messages like my AT&T buddies could. Now that I have the glorious device, I can’t imagine being without it. E-mail. Easy text messages. Maps. News. Games. All in one spot.

The biggest problem is that I’m losing sleep fiddling with the darn thing. Whether it’s a quick game of Catan, or checking my e-mail one last time, I find my bedtime is moving out later and later. The bad thing is that I’m not in my 20s any more, so that kind of behavior just won’t work long term. Other than that, the service from Verizon has been fantastic and I’m glad I took the plunge.