My illness

NB: I was going to call this blog 'My OCD', but I thought it might be degrading to people who really do struggle with obsessive-compulsive disorder; plus the illness is a good double entendre. Never worry, my State-side friends, about me losing any of my American political correctness...

Happy January folks. How've ya been? Me? In what's looks like it might turn into an annual occurrance, just afflicted with a stomach flu. I had this last year for the very first time -- actually, I had it three times. The Scottish are filthy, filthy buggers. Anyway, like last year, it has given me plenty of time to look for a new mobile phone.

As some of you may remember, it was just a mere year ago when me and Boy decided end our needlessly Luddite ways and get mobile phones. You might also remember that it was nearly six months ago when I lost the phone. I think at the time I equated with losing an arm. Or even a loved one. Okay, extreme, but you have to go with your feelings and, I guess, that's what I was feeling. I'm still in mourning for the damn thing. You're my best phone!

Now my contract is up and I've decided to cash in on this service, as I can get either an upgrade from my current provider or a new provider. I have easily spent the past eight hours online, researching. I can't spend more than ten minutes trying to write a story or a blog, but yes, I will spend hours looking at the same websites again and again, reading reviews of phones, searching the provider sites for information. To be completely honest, I cannot help but do this. I cannot stop myself. Yes, my life is not in any way pear-shaped.

And what conclusion have a come to? Well, I will probably move to T-Mobile. Unless some says that they're shit. Then I'll just stay with my current provider and try and get an upgrade. I'll definitely get the Sony Ericsson K800i. Or the W810i. Or the M600. Or the W950i. See, I have it all sewn up.