Lack of Planner

I hate it when I lose my planner. I have the vague sense that I have a lot to do, and an undefined worry that I've already forgotten something. Nuts.

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Jennifer said…
Man, I have got to disagree. My stress decreased 50% the day I got rid of my planner. Turns out I really did know what needed to be done and by when. Seeing deadlines creep closer just made me stress out even more. Embrace the freedom of a planner-free life!
May 11, 2010 at 8:31 AM
mlh said…
I can't do it! I have all these little slips of paper around with my day and week written out on them. I'm libel to forget soemthing important.
May 11, 2010 at 12:39 PM
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