"Hey everybody, you're probably all asleep from the turkey on this, National Leftovers Day. Fandom was spared the horrendous shopping madness that typically happens the day after Thanksgiving, mostly due to the fact that our shops are not exactly overwhelmed with consumer electronics. The Fandom shopper's motto should always be, 'If I can't find it online, I'm screwed.'

School.

None. Best day ever.

Dorms.

When classes are out, the students play. And what do they play? Jude and Ranma play sexual tension. Anders and Bel play a game I like to call Behind Closed Doors. Billy plays Guy on a Ledge. And Jack wins a round of Told Ya So with Lana.

Oh, and Lana and Jim the Dick play Yahtzee.

Billy and Pippi enjoy delicious pancackes in the Fifth floor common room. Later, Billy heads down to the Fourth floor common room and tells Jim he's a dick. Okay, not really, but there was subtext. I'm nearly sure of it. Jim slathers on the charm with Lana, hoping to make her forget his douchebag ways.

Town.

Lana joygasms at work. I swear to God there's some kind of localized bipolar disorder going on there. Perky or depressed, perky or depressed. Geez.

This Nun wants you... to give her food. It worked for Uncle Sam, why not Sister Rosette? It's all in the family, right? Right. Note to self: patriotic and religious humor do not mix. Then she takes confession. And around here, there's gotta be some fairly screwed up sins.

There's a brand-new crazy science type in town. Daisy makes friends with him. Daisy is doomed.

El Mariachi, John Connor, Rosette, and Thursday head out on a road trip of some kind. I see hot dogs at the Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. That'd rock in a really stupid way.

The Doctor and Zhaan have tea. Made from tea leaves. Leaves of tea. This is like the most boring news ever. Next you're going to tell me that the Clinic's dead.

Oh. The Clinic is dead. I hate it when I'm right.

Jay and Silent Bob pop by the Photo Hut. It's like a predestined meeting of potheads.

Thursday asks John Winchester to watch Friday while she's gone. That kid's gonna be an expert marksmen with a standard hunting rifle when she gets back.

Apu attempts to foist a sandwich on Billy. What are you pushing, dude? Black market tryptophan?

Newcomer Aiden has fresh digs at 18 Apocalypse Avenue, courtesy our esteemed Vice-Principal. Way to fufill the basic need for shelter.

Anyway, that's all for now. I have turkey in my stomach and I'm gonna fall over at the console if I'm not careful. Have a good night, and don't forget to tip your turkeys.