There is a numerical threshold of tolerance that one person can handle for watching consecutive episodes of "The Golden Girls." That number is three. After that, you are ready to strange Blanche.
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I just watch MSNBC all day. Peppered with occasional episodes of whatever I DVR'd the night before...usually River Monsters.
I actually have a pattern of TV-watching now: Golden Girls until ten, then Supernatural, then The Wiggles until Zoboomafoo comes on (sue me, I think the Kratt Brothers are hot), then Yo Gabba Gabba! then it devolves into either flipping channels or popping in whatever Netflix sent me.
It's just so sad.
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