I sometimes get mad at myself if I am not able to do what I think that I ought to be able to do. This morning I got up at 6 am, cleaned my kitchen, scrubbed my bathroom, and did 2 loads of laundry. Then I took a shower and got ready for my day. Then it was time to go to work, and I need a freaking nap. I fell asleep on the bus, and almost missed my stop. I work in a transcription office, and it is deadly silent, except for the steady, lulling click/clack of keyboards. I am being tortured as we speak. I am about ready to face plant on my keyboard. Think my office would mind if I take a lunch at 10 am? Yeah, right. Oh, want to take a nap...want to go to sleep. Ooh, want a donut. I have no idea where that donut thing came from. Ok, I lied. I want a freaking donut. Really bad. Oh, why did I get up so early and make myself tired? Because I don't know how to accept my limitations. I think I will be adding that to my list of things to work on.