the Grind and Fathering an illigetimate child

I feel like the father of an illegitimate child. More than a year ago I created a blog. This blog, to be exact. This very blog that you are reading. I created it, I named it and I left it. You see? Just like the father of an illegitimate child.
But now I feel a sense of duty, of responsibility... ok who am I kidding? The real story is that a friend said I should start blogging. Of course being as easy to sway as a willow, here's a post.
Now the logical move would have been to start this at the beginning of summer. reason being that this summer was pretty packed with interesting things. Such as, great hikes, sweet trips, a new job, new people, and of course: Bowling. I would dare characterize most of my choices as illogical so thus, I am starting just as school begins.
In a way though I am glad. It seems harder to find any depth to what I am doing once the grind begins. You know: Wake up, hit the snooze button, wake up again 45 mins later, skip breakfast b/c you slept in, show up 20 mins late for class, take notes, go to work, eat dinner, do homework (or at least tell yourself that your going to), go to bed. Wake up the next day, and do it again. There has to be more to what I do than just the grind.
There's the preface. The goal is once a week... Starting tomorrow.