'voluntary recall' would be a good title for a poetry collection, i reckon

i've been having an itch under my lowest, left rib, but the itch is under my skin. an internal itch. i can't alleviate it. just comes and goes

i think making a collage of all the notes people have given me would be cool. by people, i mean those i've 'made out' with. surprisingly, they've all given me a piece of paper with writing on it. don't know how i would make a collage out of them, but it seems like an interesting artistic project. i know where most of them are, save for two. i feel like one is in an envelope i brought with me, but the other i can't quite place. i feel i might have left it at home. in my closet or in a book. i don't know. i'm sure i put it somewhere "safe" but i can't remember what that place is. i don't think i'll actually make this thing. but it was a neat idea i had

i rented a book i intended to look online for a free pdf copy. now i feel like i can't go back an search for it because if i do find it, i'm going to be more upset with myself for spending money on something i didn't need to. also i don't use prime anymore. gonna unsubscribe from that. i didn't use it all summer, but signed up for the monthly-payment version in case i needed it for books. i haven't. and i don't want to pay for it if i'm not using it. amazon is too rich as is