I’m sitting here with writer-friend Kate for our second “blog from Kate’s couch day,” but Kate refuses to blog because she’s tired. She’s tired because she was up, so I’m told, at 3:41am with a “headache.”

We’re trying to get together on a somewhat regular basis to spark each other’s creativity by doing these “creative writing about whatever random stuff we end up writing about from the couch” things.

Kate just asked what we should do for lunch and suggested we go out for tacos. Then she slipped in, “and you can help me take all this laundry to the laundromat.” Nice try, laundry gnome, nice try. Now she’s singing, “I hate doing laundry, do do dee do doo,” to the tune of The Simpson’s theme song.

So much for sparking creativity.