I've been self-diagnosed with Memorialweekenditis. It's like like that illness you got before spring break, but better because you don't have to borrow your mom's family van to cruise to the beach with homemade sandwiches in a cooler with a broken handle and scrounge parking money from a sticky ash tray filled with pennies. Say what? Never happened to you? THEN YOU HAVEN'T LIVED LIFE.
Here are a few things I found while strolling through the interwebs...