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This is what happens when I stay up way too late.

Copyright: November 1999 Ultracape

'Superheros don't pace,' Clark remonstrated himself as he continued to pace

nervously in the small office. But what was he to do? He was nervous.

'Superheros aren't supposed to be nervous either.' "Yeah, sure!" he said

back to himself and threw his large blue clad body into the nearest chair.

He didn't want to be here, he shouldn't have to be here. But after the

third accident, Lois had insisted, no demanded that he make the appointment.

"Clark," she had said, "If this condition isn't corrected you'll be a

danger to everyone, including yourself."

Finally, the good doctor came back into the office holding the newly

calibrated device.

"Dr. Klein, are you sure?

"All the tests are positive. I'm sorry, I know it's a shock."

"I never expected it. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Well, Superman, you are getting on in years."

"Dr. Klein, I'm only forty years old."

"Yes, well, these things happen to the best of us."

That night, as Lois was watching the end of the news roundup, Superman

whooshed into the living room.

"Clark, honey, how did the exam go? Ohmygod." She stood up in shock as she

saw the device Superman wore on his head. Never before had she been less

happy to be right. "So it's true."

"Yes Lois, it's true. I need glasses."

the end