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Bookmarked because it's a psychology blog on a psychology website, and I'd like to check them both out. My backlog of bookmarks is getting to be as bad as my "To Read" list at home...

Almost done with "The Subtle Knife," by the by. I think I like the first book more, though this second has points that I really enjoy, like the <spoiler> and the fact that <spoiler>. Still, I think he jumps between characters too much; Book 1 followed Lyra pretty much the whole way through, but Book 2 hops between three or four different characters. Of course, my consistency in reading time has also been lower, so maybe I just need to read it more-straight-through next time.

Vying for the next spot in my "Have Read" list is "Paradise Lost," "1984," and "Wicked." I'm really not sure which I want to read after "The Amber Spyglass," but I'm leaning toward 1984 as it's shorter than Wicked and more-accessible than Milton's poetry. But we'll see.

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An Amusing Mix-up to check out.

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This isn't an overly-interesting article in itself (though bits of it make me a little angry by implication), but it's really here because I'd like to remember that, when I get time, I have a number of things to say about America's obesity.

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Just reading This made me feel light-headed (I'm very squeamish), but it also made me smile -- dad gave his daughter life.

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I got mad at myself yesterday because I botched on my finances. In short, the money wasn't where I thought it would be when I thought it would be there, which came as a shock and... -shrugs- It made me mad because I should be able to conduct my affairs better than that.

But my mom pointed out that when she was my age and she botched her finances, it meant bounced checks and overdrawn-fees and missed bills and no money. I take for granted how well off I am. I take for granted that I can botch my finances by over $500 and all it amounts to is a slight inconvenience and minor frustration on my part. I get pad tomorrow, and the greatest part of my botch will just be a memory. That's all it takes, and I should really appreciate it.

Completely unrelated (so far as I'm aware), a feeling of aching sadness came over me on the way back from work this afternoon. Not the worst I've felt, even recently, but still the sort where were I able to cry at will I would have just to ease the ache. I can really only guess at why I would feel sad but, as ever, I think it boils down to me being lonely. (I also think that fighting this caffeine addiction isn't helping, either).

Right now, I just want someone to put my arms around. Mother, sister, friend, lover; just a someone.