In recent weeks, I've been going through some quarter century induced mid-life crisis where I've been flirting dangerously with the idea of a career change.
After a day full of frustration, I jokingly tell my sister, "Well, I could always become a stripper." To which the darling responds, "There's always that. If Diablo Cody could do it and get an Oscar..."
Sis, there is such a thing as being TOO supportive, you know?