Her hand twitches as she speaks -- her tell: I only do it in traffic, she says.

No biggie, right? She talks about how she's got no energy left, has trouble focusing. Eyes are all over the place, and can't even finish her sentences.

Lost in her thoughts, fifty of 'em all at once, not present anymore: a lot going on in that brain?

Let's riff on that constant need to be on: cellphones, computers, texting, or even watching movies (while texting and on your computer and cooking a TV dinner) oh, let's not forget --

Oprah's big issue texting while driving.

'Seems like most of us are zombies when it comes to that technology: We don’t control it; it controls us.

No, I'm not here to bang all the wonders of technology, or to offer an intervention...it's too late, they're all here to stay (get used to it) --

I have.

I'm talking about when we can't shut it down. So much so it becomes our identity. Where we can sit in a place and not be able to stay in the moment ('cause isn't that's so 2000 and late).

'Watching Apple CEO Steve Jobs' new unveiling -- 'dude never ever does anything wrong...

So you know the most interesting part to me of that big PR parade wasn't how super-skinny Jobs is -- (although I'm sure a few bets can be thrown at that death pool watch) -- it was when his Wifi browser didn't work --

'I could almost hear the heads quietly rolling on the floor for that blunder.

'Had some other weird thoughts pop into my head: Why does Jobs do it?

Why does he bother? -- and why can't someone please give him a sandwich?

'That sexy iPhone is going to be out of date next year, replaced by the next newest iToy.

How many sexy toys does Jobs need to be truly happy?

This was a quiet Holiday Season...recession and all.

Although, in my house we did indulge on one glam-gift -- unwrapping our new Nintendo Wii just before Christmas.

Wii weren't alone either - (pardon the pun).

"Despite the economic gloom and doom that saddled this Christmas shopping season, a few products rose above the recession and flew off the shelves faster than eight magical reindeer," says the Washington Post.

'Hold on a sec, not that box -- (that special one goes with me).

'A little crazy for the next day or so, while I move stuff over to a new system -- (and work out the kinks). But, to keep my chops...I'm planning to write all through it...but, it could get a little messy.

'Not much gonna change, just house cleaning, a paint job, some new fancy bells-and-whistles that might not work; 'in mental-cyber-speak, it's almost like moving right next door, without actually doing the physical labor.