Fond farewell? Fuckfare.

This is the last blog entry that will ever be posted via Linksys wireless router at 1660 Davidson Street. When we meet again, dear reader(s?), it shall be via Comcast. From a room with blue walls and trees outside its windows.

Goodbye, Davidson Street! Goodbye, Loma Linda! Goodbye, shirtless guy riding a tiny bike in my driveway when I got home! Goodbye, panty bandit! Goodbye, freeway noise! Goodbye, tamale wagon! Goodbye, perpetually unfixed potholes! Goodbye, dirt curbs! Goodbye, Semi with your banging and loud Spanish-speaking outside my window at 6:30 a.m.! Have nice lives, all of you!

And hello to a whole new set of woes, no doubt. But at least they'll be fresh ones.

So Sarah's signing off. Sans sighs. Splendid.

*click*

countdown

I have five (5) more nights to spend on Davidson Street -- tonight, Tuesday and Wednesday, and next Friday and Saturday. The rest are at Shirley's, and then on the 14th,

I am moving. I really am.

What a thought.

Thomas has his plane ticket. There's a party being planned for him by his friends. My shelves are CDless and my closet almost clothesless. Notice has been given, taken, and received by all concerned parties.

Five more nights on Davidson Street. Wow.