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Thank you, to whatever beneficent force created day planners. I say "force" because the planner is too pure, too perfect, too useful to ever have been formed by human hands. I prefer to think of my day planner, this red beauty, as having been formed in the heavens, gently wafting down to rest on my University's bookstore shelves just moments before I came searching for it. We are meant for each other, red beauty. Thanks for keeping me sane; for always seeing the things I do instead of the things I don't get around to.  You complete me.