You cover up your dirty pillows with a long-form birth certificate, young lady It's Primary Day in Arizona and Florida! Oh, the excitement, the trepidation, the nail-biting suspense, and the endless repetition of the cable networks' brass-heavy election-night theme music, which worms its way into your brain for the next day or so, leaving you a burnt-out wreck! Let's see whose necks are on the electoral line tonight!