*PHEW!*

Well, I agreed to let Paul open up my phone. I decided that I was out of options. It was no longer under any warranty (not to mention the fact that any warranty was voided when we unlocked and jailbroke it), and taking it anywhere to have the battery replaced would have cost at least $100. After a 6 hour long operation, however, we decided to call it.

R.I.P. iPhone.

I spent a few days wallowing in my sorrow, but I am happy to report that I am the proud new owner of a black 16 gig 3GS iPhone! *sigh* My life is whole again.