Thoughts thought on Friday morning

Memo to self: remember to go to Schoenhof's after work today.

Memo to the rest of the world: anybody want to have dinner with me in Harvard Square or environs tonight?

I'll excuse the rain this morning because it was a thunderstorm. Otherwise I'd be really annoyed about it.

The overhead handrails on buses are exactly the wrong height for me. I can reach them, but I have to stretch enough that my hand falls asleep after three stops, or my back aches from stretching one side and not the other.

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I am not allowed to go to Schoenhof's for at least six months. I spent $250 on two dictionaries. (To be fair, they're really good dictionaries; the 7th edition Flammarion Médicale, and the EN>FR volume of Routledge's Technical Dictionary.)

However, in six months I'm going to have them order the FR>EN Routledge's Technical Dictionary for me.