If I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roaring Friday night.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Seems to me that this question is a pretty good way to stop or start a conversation about our relations with our new “always-on toys.” Is multi-tasking with our cell phones, Palm Pilots, kids, co-workers and all the other gadgets that are supposed to make our lives easier giving us the tools we need to make our lives better, or are they creating a sense of anxiety that we’re always missing something and that we don’t have the time to focus on a particular task or person? Not that kids and co-workers are things, but when they become little more than a thumbed SMS or terse email one might mistakenly believe that they are.

Your desktop or laptop companion can keep track of how many windows, processes, applications, while you stare at an ever dizzying array of options? At what point does multi-tasking become a multiple personality disorder? Ask yourself some of these questions next time you’ve got one eye on the cell phone’s keypad, one eye on road, and you’re blind to the direction you’re going.