Today I hate my calendar, which I only just noticed includes a spurious February 29. (The calendar features art by surrealist Michael Sowa -- perhaps in his surrealist world, 2009 is a Leap Year? Fortunately, it correctly places March 1 on a Sunday, so I won't have to make adjustments the entire year.)
Also, when I write an appointment on the calendar, it reappears in ghostly fashion on the next page. I sure hope I don't go to Steph's birthday party again on the 28th!