*flop*

I wish I had something interesting to say but I don't because I'm tired and I don't really know why. Who knows. Nine of Staves, total exhaustion, whatever.

(I also decided that, since the dresser had been pulled out from the wall, we should steam the carpet where it had been because when are we going to get back there again? Never, that's when. So I'm waiting on that stretch of carpet to dry before I put my room back together.)

Meanwhile, fading_october has an iPod question:

A couple of months ago, I started it and everything had disappeared off of it. When I went back to sync it, it came up with an unknown error of -69. I've gone to the apple website for help and have done everything listed and it still gives me the same error. I've changed computers, files, version of itunes, I tried using other music programs, I've restored, formatted and even let the battery drain to nothing. It even sat in recovery mode for as long as I can remember.

I bought it in mid 07, it died mid 08. I've taken it to the place where I bought it and they do not repair them, the closest I have to a repair gouges like crazy and at the time I do not have the money to go try geek squad (not like I would after all that I've read about them.) So I'm wondering if anyone has any further tips or if it's just time to get a newish one?

We're not out of the hole yet

I was there and I still don't quite understand what happened. Mom was cutting up chicken for her green salad--she's on a medically-monitored protein-bar diet at the moment, but she can have "real food" for dinner--at the time. Now, what we think happened was, the dogs started snarling over theoretical rights to the chicken, because they love them some chicken. Little Sam (pomeranian) and Shelby (50 lb terrier mix) faced off, and the next thing we know, they're having a full-on rumble and Scout (other 50 lb terrier mix) is involved and we're all shouting and I manage to get Scout by the collar, but Mom's trying to wrench Shelby off Sam because Shelby won't let go of Sam's neck, and the next thing I know there is ( This gets a bit gory )

Short version: the whole thing ended up like a mashup of the gory shower incident and the Flesh-Eating Catbitis saga. At least this time the bite victim GOT IMMEDIATE MEDICAL TREATMENT, THANKS.

And now I'm going to bed. Fnarr.