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Reading Material:	Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
	+ asst. romance novels and children's books

I've been sleep deprived lately. The hormones are probably getting me too. I find myself being cry-y. Sleep deprivation, money deprivation, time-for-myself deprivation, it's a good thing they're so damn cute. *yawn* At least I'm not having to deal with much sexual deprivation, my libido is definitely in low gear having clearly performed its work. Poor Alan. His drive remains constant while my mine is all over the place. I've always wondered about the mechanism of the sexual appetite. It gets stronger the longer one goes without. Is there some kind of chemical clock that is reset by orgasm?

I spent too much money the day before yesterday. I was out on my own because I was getting an annual exam and pills and I stopped at Waldenbooks to spend my $5 award coupon thingie on one book. They were having a closing-up-shop sale, 25% off everything. This was bad. Books are a big weakness. I have a hard time controlling spending on books because I was raised to revere books. Surely no offering is too grand for the Goddess o' Wood Pulp Sheaves? Right? Right? Not right. Bad Manda. *sigh* Books, even ones on sale, are not an excuse for irresponsible behavior. Not all wood pulp sheaves are equally blessed, after all, and the library is full of the free stuff. And I forgot to use my coupon.

We spent Easter dinner w/ Alan's family. It wasn't the best. I was feeling stressed anyway, and only the more stressful folks showed up. Alan's grandma was clearly not feeling well. I must call her today. Hopefully visit this weekend and take care of her floor. I feel guilty about not visiting more. These days I feel like I don't have enough time and energy for the loved ones closest to me. It's hard to know where the line is.