Yesterday was a wonky day. I started the morning unsure, spent mid-day flustered, the afternoon sulking, the evening running around like a chicken with my head cut off, however at 10 pm I was at complete and total peace. My subway ride home at mid-night I was even smiling and bobbing my head along to my music. Why was my day as spastic as an only-seeing-red bull? Simple. Yesterday's To-Do list was outrageous, way over-booked, and not prioritized. Why was I at such peace at 10 pm? Simple. I had finished the To-Do list. Now, to save myself too much guilt, it wasn't entirely my fault. I had planned my day out (mentally) by the hours and at mid-day suddenly two of those hours were removed. I'm not used to people being so last minute. I come from the world of theatre and the motto there is: ten minutes early and you're on time, on time and you're late, late is just unacceptable. I guess the people I'm working for up here have not tried applying to that motto to their...