1) Load iTunes with sailing / summer / beach music. 2) Rent convertible. 3) Drive south on I-95 to Key West. 4) Drink massive quantities of tequila/rum, or both. 5) At sunset, swim out to chest high water, place gun in mouth, lean back and pull trigger. 6) Let sharks feed off remains and finally become one with the ocean.
George is writing to relieve the pressure in her head, because the Advil isn’t working, and a gun is out of the question.