"Oy, me estomago! No me gusta Captain Crunch con Spamberries."

I don't feel so well.

I felt, more or less, fine walking to work this morning. Just tired. Very, very tired. But not sick. Now I feel sick. I've felt this way since about 8:30 this morning.

I keep hoping it's gas. Maybe I'll let out a series of little burps or farts or the ever popular combination and the ache will go away. Alas, the few little burps I've release have done nothing for my tummy and if I've farted since I got to work I can't remember doing it.

Here's to funky stomachs, everyone. Just another thing to remind us that we’re not the superhumans we pretend to be.