Fried raspberry

No, not a new dessert. Fried raspberry as in, my pink blackberry was dead this morning. Jason gave me the blackberry for my birthday and I never thought I'd use it for anything more than a phone. How wrong I was. I love this thing. But this morning I picked it up and it was just dead. I took it to the store and Mike, the customer service tech, quickly pronounced it dead. He said he'd only seen that error message once before, and nothing could be done, all information on it is lost. I've lost everything. But I can pick up the pieces and move on. (sniff) I have a brand new shiny pink raspberry, eager and ready to receive everything I will put in it. So if I'm in your phone, or I have ever called you, can you shoot me an email with your numbers? I'm not kidding. I have nothing. In fact when I sat down this week to address Christmas cards I discovered that the old little Rolodex that I thought wasn't needed for anything, the one I threw away, actually had more info than I realized. Doh! Any help getting set up again would be appreciated. And don't worry, Mike threw in a CD and cable so that from now on I can back the raspberry up on the laptop. Phew!