Before my mission, I wasn't the type to keep a planner - I had a planner, mind you. I supported Franklin Covey and bought a nice planner with lovely planner pages. Well, I ended up wasting my money and becoming disillusioned with Franklin Covey and the whole idea of planning my life down to the half hour. Then I went on a mission. At the beginning of every transfer, I received a shiny new planner. By the end of the transfer, after 6 weeks of daily abuse, the planner was all sorts of trashed, the severity depending on whether or not it was a rainy transfer. By the end of my mission I was a planner addict. The first few months after I got home, I didn't have a planner, and I almost went crazy. So I went to Target and picked out a cheap green planner that I could trash without Franklin Covey breathing down my neck. And thanks to my planner, my life is a little more organized.
I don't really know what my point was. I started thinking about time in general, which made me think of day planners. Then, day planners made me think of all the deadlines I have in my life right now. 2 days until my next literature test. 1 day until my Book of Mormon paper is due. 2.5 days until this week's grammar exercise is due. THEN I started thinking about countdowns! Which are much more exciting than deadlines. 36 days, 1 hour, 45 minutes until Christmas (I'm a little more obsessive about that one). Christmas is more than a month away, but guess what is just around the bend....
SIX MORE DAYS until I go home for Thanksgiving break. Bring on the tofurky!!!
Okay, gross. I don't eat tofurky. But it's always great to throw in a nice vegetarian joke.