The Internet does not have my best interests at heart

And apparently neither do I.

The other night, I signed up for a month-long free trial of Amazon Prime, which is some fancy off-shoot of Amazon that involves the ability to watch various television series and movies and whatnot for free, all just one excruciatingly easy click away.  So for one month, I have nearly unfettered access to some of the best the entertainment world has to offer:  British Telly.

I have to admit, I've developed rather a soft spot for the Brits over the past dozen years, and more recently I've determined that they (more often than not) have a wicked sense of humor.  I've also come to realize - this over merely the past month - that some of them are really good at writing TV shows.  Really, really good.  Some asshole-ish-ly so (I'm talking about you, Mr. Moffat).  It started with movies like Hot Fuzz and Shawn of the Dead, and has quickly evolved to hit TV series like Sherlock and Jekyll (especially Sherlock).

Now, right before finals, I have done the stupidest thing imaginable: I've started watching Doctor Who.

May god have mercy on my poor, poor soul.  And my chemistry grade...