The Master has returned

None of you probably care, or even know what I’m talking about, but I’m giddy as a schoolgirl. The Master has returned to Doctor Who. Think Moriarty to Holmes. This third season of the New Doctor Who has been lackluster at best, but these last five episodes or so have been lovely and it is possibly the only show on television anywhere that can make me feel twelve again. It’s kind of like time traveling really. I truly wish I could make you all understand, but it's impossible. I've watched 29 seasons of this show in my short life and it is one of the few constants that give me hope. Of course this ups my Dork status to an almost unbearable level, but so be it.