But the last few days got me.
The anual existential crisis is like casual chicken pox. The only problem is that you get it at least once a year. I thought I'd be lucky this year and trick it, but here I am, next to my old tea and my new kettle, with piles of clothes and books all around me. I'm right in the middle of it and it's so annoying and frustrating thinking that I was so close. But hey, if I'm lucky, it will be my late anual existential crisis for 2011 and my early anual existential crisis for 2012. Happy New Year, 2013!