Due to the fact that my life is now neatly compartmentalized between "Work" and "School", I have been finding myself on the couch at night. My ass splays across the cushions like two mounds of warm dough as I watch TV. There is a block of pure magic from 11 PM to 12:30 AM: Judge Judy, Change of Heart, and then Love Connection.
I wasn't concerned until my roomates began to be sucked into the murk as deeply as I had been...now we all sit around the tv at 11 PM, shouting at the moronic plaintiffs and defendents and hoping that Judge Judy will verbally shred them into pulp.
This can't be healthy.
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