The moon is full, and the leaves are falling off the trees. I took a frying pan into the back yard, caught some leaves, and had them for dinner. The frying pan was just to catch them, not cook them; I actually ate them raw because I Couldn’t Be Bothered. I chased down this culinary masterpiece with a slug of Irish cream. (That bottle was a lot more full when I bought it.)

I slept about thirty hours this weekend, in contrast to the thirty minutes I get on most nights. Rob is still out of town, and Matt Damon is snuffling around the doorjambs. He’s a temptress, but I have “The Apprentice: Martha Stewart” to keep me occupied.

The motto of Coo Coo Land is “Write a Nice Follow-up Note.”

The motto of Coo Coo Land is “Don’t Make Your Dog Eat Stale Dog Food, Or Else.”

The motto of Coo Coo Land is “Get Your Fiber from Microwave Popcorn, Not Leaves in the Back Yard, You Animal.”