You know that feeling when you finally finish a show or whatever shit you're doing, and now you have the possibility to squeeze in one more show from your backlog amongst your busy weekly schedule of seasonalshit?
Your eyes are shining. The world seems new and lush with wonder. Your heart is racing at the thought of what splendid adventures lie ahead, what mysteries shall unfold.
That's a good feeling.
Then, out of all the possible legendary titles and lesser-known gems, you pick something gay as fuck like that SOL from three seasons ago that you thought looked kind of cool.