072407I can officially say I live from a planner. It�s small and pink and resides in my briefcase most days (yes, I have a briefcase�a glorified computer bag with many pockets and zippers). When someone wants to make plans, I have to say, �Hold on, let me check my planner.� It�s not because I�m snobby or too important to be able to remember simple calendar items. I truly, honestly have so much information floating through my mind that it�s easy to forget the simple calendar items. Maybe I�m just getting old. I am turning 24 next month. My knees crack every time I stand up. My doctor is checking me out for high blood pressure. I get excited whenever a new 401(k) or mutual fund update comes in the mail. My grocery list contains items like chopped horseradish, Multi-Grain Cheerios and Carnation Instant Breakfast. When did this happen? But I digress� While my mind is being cluttered with work meetings and bill due dates, I�ve developed an uncanny ability to forget things like friends� birthdays and dinner dates. This is where my planner comes in. You schedule something with me, I write it down, then I show up when I�m supposed to. It�s a win-win situation (a win-win-win for the planner company). When 2008 rolls around, I�ll be the first one in line to get my planner refill. And they�ll probably charge me $20 for some tiny pieces of punched paper, but I�ll fork it over knowing it�s a small price to pay for piece of mind. Damn, they�ve trained me well.
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