What's the Point?

I just spent the past two hours reading Chez Miscarriage. All of it. Every last post. I'm completely jealous of a friend of mine who was actually quoted in the blog, because I'm obsessed with the blog. I love the blog. I am a ninteenth century matron waiting for the next monthly installment of Bleak House or Great Expectations. Inevitably, the marvelous Chez Miscarriage makes me wonder what is the point of a blog that doesn't have a real narrative arc. There is a compelling trajectory in Chez Miscarriage, a reason to keep reading. And it's not just that the author is so appealing (although she certainly is). It's not just that it makes me laugh so hard I cry, and then cry so hard I disturb the pleasant man sleeping next to me. It's the structure of the story, the propulsive plot. What's the point of a blog that has no similar plot, that is just a meandering recounting of someone's day, with a dollop of neurosis and a good measure of fluctuating mood? I mean, why would I read my own damn blog?

Do NOT reply to this. Seriously. This isn't one of those "Do you love me" posts. I'm just pondering, at midnight, my reason for blogging. Other than a fundamental narcissism.