He's Dead, Jim.
My phone is dead.
I heard the little beep that the battery was low, so I fished it out of my coat pocket and was shocked.
It was really hot.
And then the battery died.
But it was still too hot.
So we cracked the case off and pulled out the battery.
Cell phone CPR, you know.
I don't have a defibrillator, so out with the battery for a little while, and then back in and turn it on.
Except it only turned on for about a minute, and then turned off again.
I tried to turn it on again, but it wouldn't turn on.
And then it did, but only for about a minute.
And no, I didn't repeat those sentences, I repeated the action.
Except it went off again.
I think my phone is dead.
But of course, because the warranty ended last week. Makes sense, right?
At any rate, I am going to try taking it in hoping to get a free battery. Or at least one that doesn't cost an arm and a leg. Because that is all we need. A limb robbing payment.
Praying for a Lazarus miracle in lieu of a funeral.