Ooh, says I. I'll be intelligent and organized and proactive and organize my to-do list now, while nothing's horribly pressing. That way I'll be more on top of things when the crunch does arrive!

Uh-huh, says I. And I does so. I makes the pretty little list, so very very good. And I stares at the huge long list and I devolves into Gollumesque language, cringing and whimpering all the way.

What has the calendar got in its pocketses? So innocent it acts, yess precious. Sneaky, wicked calendar. Got it in for usss, it has.