...a line, of course, from The Smith's song: Handsome Devil. And a weird one to be going through my head as I had my annual diagnostic mammograms today. Nothing much to report other than there's been no updates to Providence's absurdly small changing area since last year. But the ladies of Diagnostic Imaging were as lovely as ever. And the films showed nothing to worry about. Mind you, they showed nothing when I had a 2.1cm malignant tumor but I really can't feel anything unusual and it would be very unlucky less than two years after treatment.
And let me get your head on the conjugal bed. I say, I say, I say....
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