Things I’ll Miss About Windsor Terrace

Um.....uh. Oh, I have one. The proximity of the F train to my front door. And, uh, let's see...Godfather sandwiches and the three people who make 'em. My room. I'll miss my room. Its mulatto-colored walls sucked in a lot of stuff and provided me with a haven. I became addicted to a lot of songs in here, the latest of which is Cole Porter's "Too Darn Hot" from the musical Kiss Me, Kate. Go listen to it. And, well, that's about it. What I think is really funny is the cafe on the corner that is owned and operated by lesbians. Just opened last week. It seems as though I'm ahead of the curve. Not good for any potential love life. But, according to the view from here, that's more than ok. Geno will be over Saturday and will spend the night, so we can get an early start. And then I'm off the computer till at least Tuesday afternoon. May my wireless plans execute painlessly. I'm spent now. I'm either nowhere near finished packing or it just looks that way. Regardless, I'm done for the night with that. The Spurs start their second season on Sunday against the Nuggets. Jill's from Denver. Hopefully she doesn't like their team much. I always get a little on edge around this time, especially since they finished the season losing three of four games. I feel my heart palpitating already. And with that, I'm done writing for now. I'll thankfully be doing it soon from another room in another 'hood.