So, what does one do with a shade over 88 hours to kill before finding out whether your marriage is going to be terminated against your will? Waiting to find out if a bunch of wingnuts really did divorce us and 18,000 other couples they’ve never met can make one a tad anxious. At least since the wait’s over the Memorial Day weekend the grilling of flesh will most certainly be involved. Someone’s probably going to tie that thought to fire though, and our self-proclaimed leadership would say that’s bad and sentence me to ten choruses of Kumbaya. They’d make me go hug some Mormon missionaries if I admitted I’d probably vent a lot of frustrations this weekend by blowing up crap in video games. Probably should’ve shut up two sentences ago, but I tend to ramble when I get anxious, and am really past caring what some people think. Anyone want to help me relax? We’ve got a spare Wii remote and countless minions of evil to defeat.