Oh Sprint, how I will miss ye...

Activating IPhoney has already caused me mental strife. I'm trying to get off my shared plan without effing up my sister's service. So I called Sprint for counsel. As of now, I am on the phone whilst typing this. This is actually my second attempt at calling Sprint. Because in my dumbassness, the first time I called went a little something like this:

Automated Sprint Lady: "Welcome to Sprint, para espanol, oprima el dos"
Me: *hits 2 button*
*sits*
*rethinks*
*regrets*
How far we've come Sprint. From the Sanyo 8100 purchased almost 5 years ago to the second Sanyo 8100 to the Red Motorola Razr I got last summer to its untimely death at the hands of my unsteady drunken hands on New Year's Day to its revival, and 3 months subsequent death in New York City when I had just started to like it, to it's identical replacement, whose valiance in the face of adversity cost it its back on the 7th floor of Parsons, nestled comfortably under lockers and betwixt some dust bunnies from which I was too scared and hygienic to retrieve it.
I certainly will NOT miss being on the phone with customer service EVERY month for the past 60 months for gripes with inflated bills wrought with bogus charges from your company. Tschuss Sprint. See you in hell.

P.S.- Am I a nerd because it's taking me so long to activate this phone because I'm reading the EULA in its entirety?