I’ve been trying to sit down and write a post all week, and I have been failing miserably.  I have no good excuses. I have one bad excuse.  We have cable TV now. I think that will explain a lot.

ANYWAY.  I felt that perhaps I should inform you all, lest you sit around and worry your pretty little heads unnecessarily, I do not have cancer. The doctor called to say that my skin weirdness that he removed last week came back as just your average, run-of-the-mill skin abnormality.  Not the kind that is malignant.  The kind that is benign.

Woo Hoo.  No cancer for me!  But it’s cool.  I wasn’t that worried anyway.  According to all the fantastic, high definition TV I’ve been watching this week, I have way better chances of getting killed by getting hit by a bus than I do from skin-cancer-turned-everything-else-cancer.  You know.  Cause everything on TV is true.

God, I love cable. And not having cancer.

P.S. from Zack: Squall line, or Squaw line?  Discuss.

Update: For further explanation of Zack’s P.S., see the comments section.