Day Three:

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Huh? – I 3 deerstalkers

What are you on about, mate? – Lestrade

Sorry, fell asleep on the keyboard, I hit send when I woke up by accident –JW

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Day 3.0

Sorry about that last everyone, I haven't been sleeping well. So, what to talk about today? Right, yesterday said I would talk about what it was like to live with Sherlock Holmes.

First things first, he is, beyond any shadow of doubt, a genius. If you've read this blog at all before, you should know that. Sadly, most of those facts are being questioned. People that will remain nameless are saying that he made all of his cases up to appear clever. I guess I'll have to prove it to you myself.

First example; his chemical experiments. He did so many that they have all blended together in my head. He used them to solve murders, accidentally set things on fire, and once help Mrs. Hudson find a sufficient cleaning solvent to remove spray-paint from wallpaper. So that he could spray-paint it again. He could tell from a glance that I had been on a date, or down to the shop by glancing at me for less than a second when Mrs. Hudson assured me that he hadn't moved since I had left.

When we first met (John paused, trying to calm the shaking in his hand that had suddenly become more forceful than usual) he could tell that I had just arrived back from Afghanistan and had been a doctor there. From my phone he could tell even more. I have seen him do this sort of thing countless times and I remain in awe of those people who have come face to face with that astonishing brilliance and still doubt that he was a true genius.

That particular argument aside, he was in all sincerity, a sociopath. He thought it was socially acceptable to keep his experiments next to the jam in the refrigerator. He also continued talking whether or not I was home, not paying attention to whether or not I was listening. He shoots walls when he is bored. He used to play his violin at three in the morning, I swear just to annoy me. Actually, this one day, he decided that he would try to communicate solely through the use of his violin, without informing me of course.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he would do something that reminded me that deep, deep inside he still was human. When it came down to it, he would do anything for a friend.

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That is so cute! – I 3 deerstalkers

Just what I thought. An annoying, obnoxious ass, until he isn't –Lestrade

That's our Sherlock –Mrs. Hudson

Thank you.

For what? –JW

Who is this? - JW

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With a sigh, John reread his latest blog entry. He chuckled softly to himself, remembering. Fortunately, he was so engulfed in his own mind, he didn't notice the tears running down his face.