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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.
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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Wanna come be girly with us?
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Long enough ago that it makes me feel old to think about it, when I was first using the T to commute to school and work, I'd loop a bandana over a horizontal handrail and grip the bandana instead. Granted, I was doing it more out of fastidiousness than for reach and comfort, but as I recall it works quite well.