Arpenteur made this gray wool jacket just for you and me to wear while we avoid doing actual work we told ourselves and everyone else that we'd get done on Sunday by going to coffee shops and bookstores and probably one place that sells whimsical incense before finally settling into answering some emails. Generally, I murder any and all ambitious Sunday plans by eating a bunch of decadent French toast iterations and then passing out on my couch while watching the latest episode of Secrets of the Dead. The next one is all about the Jamestown colony. The only fucked up thing about all the dank French toast I crush is that I can never seem to stay awake long enough to learn the secrets of the dead.
