Earlier this week I was in a spirited conversation debating the new origin of Superboy.
Two nights ago I was thumbing through DC's Who's Who to help out a friend writing a story.
This morning I was organizing my backpack for the upcoming Boston Comic Con.
Today 2 bombs went off at the end of the Boston Marathon and one at the JFK Library, killing at least 2 people and injuring dozens. And I feel the way I felt on 9/11.
I am exhausted with this world right now.
I have to remind myself that comics are the fun part of my life.