The first step...

....is to admit you have a problem.

My name is Tiffany, and I'm addicted to technology.

It all started with a calculator. It was a cold Fall day.... Ok, not really. But I am addicted.

My cell phone is nearly surgically attached to my hand. I text constantly throughout the day. I don't actually talk on the phone as I have been afflicted with some sort of disease whereby I turn into a complete, babbling, interrupting idiot when faced with a phone call. That being said, text is much easier for me. I can read it before I send it. I can erase that part where I accidentally called you a bitch, or double check that I'm not sending my Mom a message meant for cute bf, (Right, hot lips?)

So yeah, I text. I can't stop. I don't even want to.

And then, well then there's the computer. Oh sweet laptop. You are small, and light. You keep me connected to all things People.com, and Facebook related. You don't judge me when I check my email 47 times a day. You don't laugh when I visit sites like textsfromlastnight.com or explodingdog.com. I love you laptop. Let's get married!

Before my car was broken into I also had a TomTom GPS that I spoke sweet nothings to in traffic. Despite the name, my TomTom was referred to as Lucy, and she spoke with a lovely, lilting British accent. She guided me through many a backroad, and red light district with grace and ease. (Not counting the VA mixing bowl where I think I heard her mutter, "You're on your own," before directing me to take 16 U-turns and drive straight into a brick wall) Lucy is currently locked away in Central Processing in Baltimore. She was the victim of senseless crime. I miss her. I wonder if she thinks of me...

In addition, there is the printer, the digital camera, the ipod, the tv, the dvd player, the cable box, and so much more. I love them all.

But, and I say this with such respect, sometimes they really piss me off. When they malfunction. When they chirp constantly. When I feel like I can't even throw in a load of laundry because WHO KNOWS WHAT I MIGHT MISS? And then there are the times when I have multiple texts coming in, Facebook messages popping up, a blog to update, 10 new emails, a voicemail, and I see that the people on House Hunters have chosen House #2 (THE ONE WITH THE CONCRETE BACKYARD..REALLY??) And it's just too much.

I wanted to take a day off from technology. I wanted to shut if all off. To have a day of silence.

But then I felt a cold rush of panic setting in, and I decided that was a terrible idea. I mean, what if someone wanted to tell me something really funny on Facebook? What if my Mom needed to text me a question like, "Who was your fresheman year basketball coach?" These things cannot go ignored people!

So I'll try to cut back. Or not. Whatever.