8:17pm: in waldbaum’s now, buying laundry detergent. It’s going to take more than one wash to get this smell out of towels and comforter. The Shirley pee smell is gone but bedclothes have been soaking in the sink for three days and there is this moldy smell.

8:24pm: smelled two versions of a Downy product you can add to your washing machine to make things smell nice. My current stinky things ‘need it.’ Have been trying to decide between the two scents via imagining how they’ll smell combined with the detergent I usually buy, how the smell of ‘just washed’ things combines with my sweat or cats or dust or time or whatever and makes ‘new smell.’ Seems like either Downy product will create an odd smell. Odd but not bad. Better than moldy. Withdrew $40 from ATM so I can get change for a $20/more quarters for laundry.

8:28pm: in line. Cashier said ‘who’s the cookie monster in the house’ to man in front of me. He said ‘nah, no one, just three for six bucks.’ She looked at him funny. She said ‘who’s gonna eat all that?’ He said ‘it’ll get eaten.’ He has a black cloth urban outfitters bag. He is definitely over 50 years old.

8:33pm: asked for eight quarters with my change. She did it without questioning. Surprised. She bagged my things. I said ‘thank you thank you’ in an accidendally breathy, distracted voice and she said ‘you’re welcome you’re welcome’ in the same voice. Felt nice. I passed Candy at the self-checkout station as I left. The day I stopped liveblogging something happened with Candy that I thought ‘shit wish I could’ve written about this.’ I’m walking back to my building now. Going to save typing the ‘Candy thing’ for inside. I heard Candy’s voice last night from the aisle across from me and felt endeared to him. Candy feels like my ‘buddy.’ He’s the only person here who…I can’t explain it, I don’t think. Candy walking to his van as I was sitting in my car typing about him the night I avoided the party. Candy’s van driving away playing traditional-sounding Mexican music. Candy scanning my things at the self-checkout.

8:39pm: passed an old woman in sunglasses and ‘nice clothes’ holding a plastic bag. She was just standing there. Motionless. She burped.

8:49pm: removed things from dryer and reloaded in washer. Used downy ‘no stink’ product. Walked to third floor by accident, typing previous sentences.

10:49pm: Shirley peed the bed again. Walking to deli to get baking soda, vinegar, hydrogen peroxide (doubt they will have this) and paper towels.

10:56pm: glanced at ‘cleaning stuff’ aisle. Walking back to waldbaum’s. Third time today I am a waldbaum’s-bound clown.