I got a memo pad a few weeks ago at a rummge sale at a church. i also bought envelopes and books and gray triangle earrings and a small tablecloth that i am going to wear as a scarf. i write things in it. think of it as my real-life twitter. andy used to have a memo pad in high school that he would record thoughts and ideas in. i followed suit. and i did again. i wrote on my plane on my way back from utah:

thinking of disconnecting. the only time i'm not available is during flights. i want to get back to a time where disconnection doesn't make me feel uneasy.

a page and a half later:

i left it on the bus today. i am without phone, recourse. i got what i wanted and yet i'm still wildly unhappy. just like everything.