Somebody Save Me...

... Or shoot me. At this point, I'm not that particular. I'll write more of my thoughts later, but let's suffice to say that my great-grandmother's chapel visitation, going to see my dog for the last time (which will wrench tears from my eyes, it already has), and dealing with overzealous family and complete strangers at the aforementioned visitation, is not my idea of a good Sunday.

If I weren't so zealously devoted to the whole "never been drunk" thing, I'd have about three bottles of Guinness tonight. Yarrrrrrr.