Letters from Sanford Street # 436

I have to think. Just wait. don't over-worry about things don't over think things. don't feel that you are being left behind, and don't feel envious. Don't feel jealous. Just focus on yourself.

I bought pipe tobacco, but I really got jacked on this one, it was an eight ounce bag, rather than the usual sixteen onces that I buy.

Fool me once, shame on me, and don't think you'll fool me twice, because I might just stop shopping there. I'm irritated. I paid the sixteen ounce price for an eight ounce bag. I should be buying my pipe tobacco online anyway, but I should also actually be quitting. I really shouldn't be smoking anymore. I really don't want to be at a point where my body is telling me to stop smoking.

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I was sent home a little early the other day because I was approaching 60 hours for the week. I had trouble finding parking when I got home. There was one spot in the visitor parking area that was available. Even though I'm a resident, I took the precaution of registering for a visitor parking pass anyway.

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I'm thinking about deleting my Bumble account. It hasn't been very useful. It fact, I found the lack of activity more aggravating than any resulting fun stuff, because really, not a single fun thing has resulted from it.

What I think is this: if you have an easy time getting dates outside of dating apps, you'll have an easy time getting dates in the dating apps, but if that's the case, why bother with dating apps. 

Even though Bumble had a different format, a different approach, I think that women, even women in Bumble, expect to be pursued.