I'm SO Not the Man Of Steel. At Least That's What My Stomach's Telling Me.

There was supposed to be an organized, well-crafted, and skillfully presented essay on the current awesomeness to be found in all things Superman.

My stomach, nay, my entire gastrointestinal system has argued against such pursuits.

But watch this space; my guts can keep me down for a night, but I am the master here, and I won't let a tummyache keep my cyber-pen at bay for 24 hours in a row.

Look! Up in the sky!

That's all for now.