Friday is the end of days according to the 5,125 year-old Mayan calendar. The world is going to crumble or we’re going to get sucked into a black hole in the center of the universe or Christina Aguilera is going to get dressed again in the dark and appear fully cleaved on The Voice. Whatever happens, we’ll have to avert our eyes because it’s going to sting and we’re hosed. It would be a shame for the world to end Friday. There’s a lot of life left to live. Plus, there’s chicken marinating in the fridge and The Lumineers are touring in the spring. But if the world is truly going to cease to exist, I’d like it to cease knowing that we added…