Why?! When I know I'm just going to bawl and snuffle?!? Yet, I watch it and then I have to be hopeful and excited and all stupid about dumb love. I deserve this, the mewling into my can of Dr. Pepper and the pile of Kleenex. But it's too good, too pure a creation for me to not watch it again.
I haven't watched this since it debuted on BBC America last year. Tonight, thanks to Netflix, I decided to revisit it. I've been hoarding the amazing experience of viewing the show away, like a precious bottle of champagne or a box of fancy Jaques Torres chocolates, to spoil myself with some chilly winter night. Alternately, as mentioned, I wished to torment myself with a headful of honest, touching romantic notions that hold as much water in my real life as unicorns.
Of course, I do so love unicorns.
In further The Office nerd trivia: Someone from Slough checked my blog. That this excited me somehow should make you, reader, feel sorrier for me than e'er before.