Straight Off the Twenty-Something-Year-Old Press

It's January 18th, and I do not have my yearly planner yet. GASP!

I'm sitting here trying to put into words how important this planner is to me. I've had one since the beginning of college and that tiny little book that never leaves my purse chronicles my entire life for 365 days a year. 

I feel like I'm already forgetting deadlines, events, appearances to make, showers, weddings, birthdays, etc.

So favor, remind me? K, thanks.

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock, 
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock, 
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock, 

We're gonna rock around the clock tonight.