Death of an Era

My phone died. My poor phone, which I bought four long years ago, got caught in a terrible thunderstorm and just died,died. Wouldn't even turn on. I wallowed for a couple of days, and finally went to the Sprint store. The first thing said to the salesman was, "I do not want a blackberry." I walked out of the store an hour later, blackberry in hand. Yes, I was duped into buying a crackberry, and we're slowly getting aquainted. Already, I hate it a little less, and I'm sure this will be the first of many mobile blog posts. *Sigh* and we're off to the 21st century.