Well, I've taken the first step and put down the drugs.
I mean of course, that I almost bought - to the point of actually putting in the order and paying for it - an iPad for delivery in early June.
I got over-excited after a rather good day at the office. I decided I needed a reward - deserved it indeed. I'd had THAT email - announcing the availability of iPads in the UK from May 28th.
I've gotten into the habit of glancing at THOSE emails briefly and binning them ... you know why. This one I kept, sensing that I might need to come back to it. And yesterday, after my moment of excitement, I surged through the process, put down £600 on my card, and logged off.
I couldn't sleep. For the first time, I felt that I'd been mugged by my own relationship with the Apple brand. Not that the iPad isn't a glorious piece of kit. But it's not - right now at least - for me.
What put the lid on it for me was when I got the order confirmation back this morning. The May 28th availability had turned into a 2nd week of June delivery.
Reader, I've had enough. I love my MacBook Pro, I love my iPhone, I'm really excited about OS 4.0.
But I went back, cancelled the whole order, and I don't - really don't - think I'm in the market for an iPad.
Remember when the music business was truly exciting? Exile reissue 17th May 2010 has obliged me to cough up £100 for the whole shebang ... vinyl, book, postcards, CD's and DVD ... and you know what? Feels like a bargain.