3:07pm: positioned cup, removed seat belt, unzipped pants. Can’t do it, pee urge lessened when I tried. Two exits away, Jesus am I gonna have to re-title and register my car, bumps in the road are AXTUALKY KILLING ME MY LUFE IS LESSENING WHEN I GO PCER BUMPSDSSSDSSSSDSSSSSS THE BLADDER OH NY SWEET BLADDY BAG NOOPOOO THE BUMPS OK 54mph again exit ahead 1.75 miles ‘let the river run’ is a lyric in song playing now lol

3:19pm: 11 blocks oh my fucking shitttttyttyy

3:37pm: superintendent, Mark, led me to his first floor apartment, where the keys to my apartment ‘had to be, somewhere.’ Felt like I was on drugs, the intensity I was holding in pee. Moment of comedic horror when Mark put his fingers through holes in Shirley’s carrier and said ‘can I let it out?’ I said ‘sure sure’ without thinking, wanting to say whatever was required to speed up to get to the part where I could ask to pee. The burger king cup wouldn’t have held it all. Such release. Oof. Shirley had hidden under a heater-like appliance in a room crowded with tall, disparate, barely-keepable objects and no lights. Mark said ‘she’ll come when you call her, I know how cats are,’ smiling the generous smile of someone who does not know how cats are, ‘I’m going to make copies of your keys, you want anything from Dunkin Donuts?’ I said ‘thank you, no thanks.’ Walking to the door, he said ‘oh! you got another one too, this one’s a little bigger,’ stunning me with his egregiously late discovery of Alvie. I believed him too, this really did seem like the first time he noticed a second cat. Superindenent seems nice and easy to talk to. So hard to spell, though.