Why did I start blogging? That’s not a rhetorical question. I really want to know. To the best of my knowledge, my decision making process went something like this:

July 28, 2014
04:23 a.m.

Reading friends’ blogs while stuck in LAX. Blogs. That’s a fun word to say. Blogs. Did I sleep last night? Is this last night still or is it tomorrow? I don’t know how the international date line works. Bloggy. Blog.

July 29, 2014
08:43 a.m.

I should start a blog.

July 29, 2014
10:23 a.m.

People write blogs about amazing things! People go ice camping in Patagonia and take amazing photos and blog about it. Or they cook these cordon bleu-type creations and such. Blog live from conflict zones. I am getting so many ideas!

Aug. 1, 2014
12:34 a.m.

I have decided to blog about working as a chef in combat zones where I only create edible ice sculptures. It will be called: KILLER EATS!

Aug. 1, 2014
03:14 a.m.

It is now occurring to me that I do not cook, I don’t even own an ice cube tray, and I have never been in a combat zone. Also, that’s rather offensive.

Aug. 2, 2014
01:23 p.m.

I have searched for other blog ideas. I have discovered that blogs are the diaries of people who have decided that their lives are not worth proofreading.

Aug. 2, 2014
02:00 p.m.

Just ate a peanut butter sandwich. Hangry no longer.

Aug. 4, 2014
02:14 p.m.

My sister’s new blog is fascinating. And she can punctuate. Maybe I should blog like her!

Aug. 4, 2014
02:15 p.m.

Wait, what is this? An empty blog post? Why did I decide to do this? What am I going to say???