John Watson's Blogosphere

by TheMinionAppreciationSociety

John Watson blogs, hopefully every day, for 100 days. His day to day life, along side Sherlock, and other characters. The Daily blog will describe Watson's life outside of the cases along side Sherlock, feelings at the beginning and end of cases, but in some ways a personal diary. His cases notes would have been written else where, who knows where.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock
Thanks to the 2 reviewers so far, any support reminds me to write anything

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John's Blogoshpere (it's a working title)

The date is 9/09/2013

It's John again...

I Spent the whole day inside. I forgot to eat, I forgot to go for milk, I just sat there and thought. Well I say forgot to eat, more like forgot to function, or didn't bother to function.

I Visited 221b again, Sherlock Holmes has already been settling in, his things seem to have exploded from their boxes.

His things are every where

I didn't do a lot today, nothing in fact, well nothing of any importance .

I was half kidnapped today( if that is possible), but an annoymous woman to an unknown location, to meet a curios man. He seemed to have an interest in Mr Sherlock Holmes, and dodged the question as to why. He bribed me with money to tell him all about Sherlock.

I can't remeber what I said, if I said anything at all. It all just seems so surreal.

Will I take the money? I mean there are so many more questions than that, who is he to Sherlock? Is he a freak stalker? No he seemed too... Well-to-do for that... There is something very curious about Mr Sherlock Holmes and this odd man.

I'm still packed, when I say I haven't eaten, I have been drinking water. So I will survive, food just hasn't been very important today. I got 3 texts from Sherlock today, asking about the flat, and whether I have decided. I ignored them all. He was out when I visited, I went more to talk to Mrs Hudson than anything, make sure I could have my friend stay so early into me taking residence there. Mrs Hudson was so understanding, and I met her cat, lovely Ginger pet with white socks, and green eyes. The cat was called biscuit, Mrs Hudson's favourite biscuit is a ginger biscuit, hence the name of the cat.
Maybe I'll move in tomorrow, and answer Mr Holmes then.
I feel so much more confused about myself, and my life than I have ever been. I used to be so sure of my future, what I wanted to do and now... Everything is called into question. I will start job searching.
Okay, it's decided to do tomorrow:
- move in with Mr Sherlock Holmes ( a man I have known more 48 hours, and then probably not even that long)
-search or a job (maybe I can take up volunteering work with kinds, teaching first aid)
What is happening to me?
I really need to sort myself out!

Thorn: NO MILK! More importantly, I've had NO TEA! How I am still awake?! When I finish this blog I will visit the 24 hour Tesco down the road, and come back and make myself a very large cup of tea.

Rose: (probably the only thing stopping me from screaming) 4 days until my friend arrives. They will arrive at about half 4 in the afternoon at Euston station.

40 minutes worth of work
I didn't have that much to say today

Until tomorrow blogoshpere

John Watson Signing off