I spent today wondering why I can never be satisfied with who I am. Seriously. My life has been one long constant attempt at garnering accomplishments. And the thing is, I do those things kind of half-assed. Or I don't excel at them - my accomplishments aren't perfect, so I diminish them.
I was thinking about this today as I spent most of it driving hither and yon. I hate driving, and having to do so while in a foul mood just made me curse the stupidity of drivers in front of me more loudly and vehemently.
There is no reason to do less than the speed limit. None. And 10 miles under? You should be shot.