Crisis?

Somedays I just want to pack up an go live in a forest somewhere. Or go back to school. Which is probably why I just ordered the brochure for the Open University. Might find something nice to sink my teeth into. Or maybe -probably- I’ll browse the brochure and store it in a drawer somewhere. I’m so predictable. Could it be Quarter-life crisis or is it -probably is- just a momentarily lapse? Anyhow. I’m going to see Antiquariaat Oblomov by Erik van Muiswinkel and Diederik van Vleuten in Schiedam tonight. That should take my mind of things.