Just wanted to say...

I'm still alive. Getting used to Ireland. Ireland is awesome. Fiance's little sister passed what we're calling The Plague onto both of us, so we've been coughing like crazy. Also, it turns out that Acetaminophen is called Paracetamol over here, so I took some not realizing that I'm ALLERGIC TO IT. Spent the next three hours puking.

Anybody know why it's called something else everywhere in the world NOT the States and Canada? Because I can't find that one out.

Anyway. I'm alive. It's one thirty in the morning, so I'm going to sleep.