I got out of my deathbed to go to figure drawing group, figuring that if I'm going to die, I might as well die in the presence of a naked woman.In fact, that wouldn't make a half-bad epitaph: "He Died in the Presence of a Naked Woman." In life, as in magic, misdirection is all, you see.
I just realized I could append emoticons to my text. I'm no fan of emoticons, but, heck, they're free. I have no idea what that one means, but maybe it's something nasty.