It's a Tuesday, and I go through my routine. Wake up. Eat. Work. Eat. Work. Come home. Eat. And turn on the TV. This is where the routine ends. My DVR is empty and where “Pretty Little Liars” should be, there is only old episodes of “Friends.” Which that isn't that bad. I still have “The Bachelorette” on Monday's and whatever else I decide to record throughout the week, but I now have nothing to look forward to on Tuesday’s.

Let's just get something out of the way. I don't have Netflix. I know, I can't believe it either, but I never got around to making an account. So, my entire life, I've been dependent on cable TV. “Pretty Little Liars” was never my favorite show. I enjoyed it, of course, but there came a point where twins were no longer valid plot twists and there were more characters than I could ever remember. Nevertheless, it was something I took part in every week: one of the shows I didn't need Netflix to gossip with my friends about.

The pathetic part of all this is that I know there will be spin-offs. The ending of the finale suggested a repeat of events with different characters, and while I know that would be tedious and probably wouldn't get many viewers, it would be like I. Marlene King to take a basic framework of a successful plot and fill it with different characters, equip it with a new setting, and furnish it with one small difference in the main conflict. Or it may be awesome. Who knows? Either way, I probably won’t take part. Like the Liars, I’ve grown up and I should move on. And I’m planning on getting a Netflix account here in the near future.

So overall, have I missed it? No. Yes, but no. I've missed the time it took up on my Tuesday’s, but I haven't missed the show. I can always find painfully fake British accents, wigs, and doll masks elsewhere, it's the time I spent watching that I can never get back.