3-day weekends are the greatest. Gives me time to work on homework I don't want to do. Friday was spent shopping with some pals and then in the evening, making smores and jack-o-lanterns. Unexpected surprises occurred through out the day like, meeting people on Telegraph or seeing my sister at the BART station on the way home.

But one surprise has left me feeling both happy and overjoyed on the one hand, and confused and unsure on the other. 3-day weekends, more time to sit and think, growing out more white hairs in the process.