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My shoulder is killing me. I feel like the pain is shooting down my arm. I have come to the conclusion that maybe it is hurting because of the way I sleep? I sleep pretty funny sometimes. Yesterday while I was taking a four hour nap, a shooting pain woke me up and I couldn't move my arm due to soreness. Who knows how I was sleeping? Keith says sometimes when I sleep I look like I have been mangled in a car accident. My shoulders are freakishly flexible.

This morning Keith and I went across the street to Coco Donuts. It's new, and they have stumptown coffee. I like Starbucks better because it's stronger. But it's nice to have that place right across the street! Because Starbucks is two blocks away and for pete's sake that is just too far to have to walk. There amount of coffee shops in Portland is just insane. 

I'm having issues with signing up for the restorative yoga training. My card is not working. Mastercard says there is no reason why it shouldn't work and they don't know why it's not. YogaFit says it keeps declining. This makes me pissed off at Mastercard because my information was "at risk" so they issued me a new card and then put a bazillion security measures on it. I have got to figure this out.

It's 3:00 and the only time I left the house today was to go across the street for coffee. Lame! It's 80 degrees and sunny outside. I should be out there. 

I'm really thinking I want to cut my hair. Keith really wants me to cut it, too. I'm on the fence. 

I love my mom. How did I get so lucky to be born to the best mother in the history of mothers?