Letters from Sanford Street # 448

I'm trying to think. Yeah, I've been spending too much money this month and last month. I don't even know why.

I think that part of my loose fisted behavior stems from not wanting to worry about every last dime like I usually do considering that this is the last month to meet the deadline for turning in the ATA application, but considering how things went, maybe that wasn't the best idea.

I don't know why I was so tired. I slept nearly the entire 6 day block of time off that I had. The only time I have any kind of energy at all is when I'm at work. Or, maybe delivering food.

I don't know. Even though I think that it would be nice to be a software developer, I think about, like, the Greeks, and what things would have been like if Herodotus was more like Pythagoras, or if Archimedes was more like Homer, or if Aristotle was more like Sophocles, or Aesop was more like Euclid.

We can't all be mathematicians and engineers, and maybe we don't need a whole ton of one type of person or another or whole ton of people concentrated in this or that discipline.

I just don't know what options I have for moving up the food chain.