It's a Dull, Dull Life

  Today I have a rare day off without being in agonizing pain.
  So...I can do stuff. Well some stuff. There's still some limits, damn them. I really wanted to try and do some barre warmups but my knees are in no shape for that. I can't express how much this hurts. Both literally and figuratively.
   I've decided then to do some coloring. I'm very much into coloring. Always have been, always will be. I think I'll start posting photos of them here when I finish some. I'm also going to clean up  some of my room. This is something that I have not been able to do for months and months and it has been eating away at me. I love cleaning. I loving getting rid of things. That's what happens when you spend 21 years living with a serious hoarder.
  I'm also writing. On here obviously but I'm beginning to feel the stirrings of a story in me. I actually came on here about ten minutes ago, decided I didn't feel like writing and then went onto my library's website and saw how many books and movies I have coming in and for some reason that inspired me  to get on here and write. I've found some series I've really been able  to enjoy lately which is something I've had trouble finding for awhile so I guess I'm just excited. So I ended up here to write about my plans for my day off. It's a beautiful day out, overcast, my favorite. I'd like to get out for a walk but I'm going to try really hard not to beat myself up if I don't.
  Not sure what else to say. Thanks to whoever  reads  this. It does mean quite a lot to me which probably makes me pathetic but I like myself a decent amount so I don't care. Quinn is munching hay next to me and throwing her toys around when they get in her way. And I've got books to read (and apparently write) so I'm gonnna take off now.
  Ta-ta.
  Erin