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Well, we really ticked someone off up there...

...because it's official - something is screwed up with our 2 televisions and computer monitor. We went to dinner at the DrummerParent's home last night, and borrowed a small 13" TV to see if that was also dark once it was plugged into our electric and our cable.

Hoping against hope that it would be (signifying something wrong with our electric or cable, and therefore not our financial responsibility to repair), I hooked the TV up last night just in time to watch Heroes. Naturally, it worked fine. Better than fine. Exceptionally well, I'd say. Which means...something is damaged in our TV's and monitor. Which is mystifying, because no other electronics in our home seem to be effected. Microwave is A-OK. Refrigerator is A-OK. Toaster, DVD player, video games, and computer itself all seem to be A-OK. Argh.

So, now we're going to humor Comcast I guess, and let them come tell us that nothing is wrong with our cable (which I already know), and then we'll have to file a claim with our renter's insurance. I'm just guessing that even if we do go through insurance, they won't give us that much money, just because our televisions and monitor aren't all that valuable or new. Cripes.

(A quick aside: I know I sound like a whiney pain in the you-know-what for the last few days, but I honestly feel like it's become one thing after another for us. This crap never ends. I'm just waiting for the tree to fall in our parking lot conveniently crushing ONLY our two cars and missing everyone else's. It's bound to happen.)

Also, DrummerWife isn't sleeping anymore. This job loss thing is really playing with her head, I'm afraid. It's a good thing we've got counseling tonight.

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