Day Nine
Right, a bit late tonight, I apologize. Busy day at the hospital today. I don't think I had a moment to breathe from the time I got there to the time I was shoved outside at the end of my shift. Funny story, I was walking along, trying to find a cab and a flyer hit me right smack in the face. By the time I tore it off I saw this guy taking a video. He saw who I was, deleted it, and fled. Dear god, people are recognizing me. A bit flattering, a lot scary.
Anyway, moving past that extremely odd incident. My last date with Patricia went spectacularly. She's amazing and we had a lot of fun. Oh, and a big thanks to Mrs. Hudson for helping me dispose of the toes in the fridge. That, my friends means that the last gruesome remnant of human experimentation has been removed from the flat, so Stanford and Lestrade are coming around for drinks.
I'll be back in touch tomorrow. I have to go stock up on beer.
Comments:
See you later mate!-Lestrade
Get lots of beer!-Stanford
Will do!-JW
You'd better not wreck the flat!-Mrs. Hudson
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The three men spent the rest of the night acting like college kids. They felt it the next morning when Lestrade had to go to work with a hangover, Stanford hurt his back sleeping on the floor, and John woke up in Sherlock's armchair. Which was the worse off?