Monday Morning, la la la

Halfway to Shop Class, it occurred to Xander that he was supposed to have written down his dreams for the weekend so he could do that analysis for Ms. Calendar's class. Crap. He couldn't even remember what he'd been dreaming about except... short waiters in tuxedos trudging through hip-deep snow and wearing incongruous strange hats? He shook his head; that was way too weird and kinda sounded like he'd just made it up on the spot. He'd either have to really make something up, or just tell her he forgot, and turn it in late. Probably the last one; he couldn't quite picture himself faking up homework for that class.

Shrugging, he headed for the Danger Shop.
( OOC note for moi-self )