It has occurred to me over the last several weeks that I have a large case of arrested development. I simply don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Once again, Netflix to the rescue!
Let me explain. Over my eight-week incarceration ( the sentence was to eight weeks of extreme boredom for the crime of wearing stilts most of my life), I watched a lot of Netflix since I couldn’t do much else but beg my friends to make Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup runs to Fred’s from time to time.