Last month, I saw something that torqued my brain while I was driving to Cinnabon. Why was I headed to Cinnabon? Great question, Inspector General. I needed a four-pack to realize my lifelong dream of eating several Cinnabon Classic Rolls in my underpants during a movie marathon.
The day was lining up nicely for dream fulfillment. I had the house to myself for most of the day, so I wouldn’t have to share my cinnamon rolls because screw that. I procured the movies This Is Where I Leave You, While We’re Young, and The Family Man because I didn’t just want to eat cinnamon rolls in my underpants, I wanted to cry while eating cinnamon rolls in my underpants. And on that particular day, my mindset was just right: I felt inclined to actively reach for my dreams while simultaneously feeling comfortable with the prospect of type two diabetes. Read more