n'est pas

Halloween went like, me and Erin dressed like Sluts of the Civil War and went to see Of Montreal at the Electric Factory in Philadelphia. They covered Dayman. It was rad. Then we went dancing at Transit and somewhere along the line I developed achilles tendonitis. Pain, you guys. I'm in it. Now I'm at a coffee shop waiting for Erin to finish photoshopping things into other things, and I am bored and starving and that is why I am blogging from a coffee shop like some kind of college douchebag.

Pictures to follow, at some point. Maybe.