Argh!

[kylakae]

I woke up this morning with a bad country song stuck in my head on a continuous loop.

"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

Someone please shoot me now.