Have you noticed I've posted a lot since getting back from vacation, as opposed to lounging around the house, watching my Wonder Woman DVD, and sleeping and/or drinking as much as humanly possible as I had planned? I've observed that I have spent much of my vacation time in the States in front of this computer, doing one of three things: playing video games, fooling with pictures from the trip, or blogging. Let's closely examine these three behaviors, shall we?
The pictures are a short-term activity; they will be out of my life soon enough. Because I am a bit of an organization freak, I will have them all printed, filed, placed in a scrapbook and notated before the end of the next week. To Luxor, Aloha Tri Peaks, and Zuma: It was recently declared, after serious study, that video gaming is NOT addictive. I have to question this. I'm either addicted to the games or I'm addicted to the quiet time, sipping a drink, smoking a pack of cigs that goes along with playing the games. But, regardless, I didn't think about video gaming one single time while in Italy, so I can rest categorizing my game planning as "optional", rather than "necessary". That leaves blogging- specifically writing posts, which I organize and think about throughout the day. Blogging- an activity for which I looked for computers while in another country so that I could write. I bought a notebook so that I could chronicle. I told Kim events that I was going to post about when I got home.
That forces me to ask the question: Can you have an addiction to story telling? In other words, "Hello. My name is Liz. I'm a talkaholic."
I'm not sure blogging is healthy for me. I almost obsess about it. I'll be lying in bed, remembering the day, and think, "Oh! I need to blog about that!" I don't do rough drafts or anything, I don't make written notes, I just relate my real world to an opportunity to share the story. It's weird how writing for a forum can be so motivating. And now, I am blogging about blogging. Isn't that one of the signs; a cry for help?
One of the things I thought I needed to share with you was my new found old-person habit of waking up early. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE, yet it has been happening all week to me. As soon as the sun is out, I wake up, regardless of my bed time. I love to watch the sun rise- ON MY WAY HOME- not from my front steps after a good 5 hours of sleep. I'm highly distressed. What if it doesn't go away?
In other news, make sure you visit JesterTunes (link on the right, over there) to see recent photos of the boys on their big night out. I'm looking forward to the play by play!