How much is too much? Answer: No such thing

So how much blogging is just plain obsessive?  With classes winding down I've got a fair amount of time on my hands, and I want to be doing something.  Since being in ceramics classes, I've rediscovered the joys of creating something; active participation.  So, since I don't have a home studio, I want to blog all the time right now.  If I were keeping a traditional journal with a pen and a bound book, I don't think I'd feel self conscious.  And really, that's what this is for.  This blog is for me.  Other people might read it.  Might.  If I tell them about it, that is, but when it comes down to it this is a journal. I wholeheartedly believe that blogging is a legitimate form of journalism, that can be done thoughtfully and with integrity, either to inform or entertain.  But this ain't it.  This is just my blog, and I can write in it 17 times a day if I want to.  I can obsess about the food I eat, I can talk about the books I read, my nightmares, and how bummed I am that my new shoes don't fit (they don't).  The grammar can be clunky and the typos can stay exactly where they are.  And that's fine by me. 

I should leave the house soon.  I gotta take the bus to calculus, which starts at 6 p.m.  Usually I'm totally into going to class, but today I have an ibuprofen-proof headache and I'm gonna get the results back from my last exam, which I made some dumb mistakes on.  I want to hang out at home and watch too many episodes of the Gilmore Girls and look for recipes on the internet.  I want to watch Karate Kid on Hulu.com.  I want to sit on the back steps and talk to Candace.  I want to take a nap.  My attention span is short.  I better make some tea and get my butt in gear.