Captain Sherlock of the seven seas, deducing the fish.

It's -15 degrees in lovely little Bolton, and I'm sitting here dressed as a Gay pride flag. 
What I mean to say is, well, it's cold.  And when it's cold and you're not planning on leaving the house, you (or just myself) put on multiple layers of brightly coloured clothing in a sad attempt to stay warm and happy.  
Unfortunately, I am not the slightest bit warm.  I request that someone arrive at my door and bring hot chocolate, blankets, and body heat, stat.  Thank you. 


I am, however, rather happy.  For the first time in the past few days I FINALLY have enough strength to practice violin for hours :) This makes me rather content.


ALSO, MY FRIEND IS BACK FROM HIS TWO WEEK VACATION.  WELCOME BACK, DARLING. 


I watched Sherlock last night... And just... Feelings. 
Feelings about Irene Adler and Mycroft and Molly.
And how gay Sherlock and Watson are.
Gay gay gay, totally gay. 
Really, when Sherlock was in Buckingham Palace wearing only a bed sheet, nothing more.  And John looks over at Sherlock. With those eyes. 
And they laugh and it's so adorable I want to puke.  They just laughed because they realised "Here we are, sitting in Buckingham Palace.  The heart of the British Empire. And Sherlock is wearing a bed sheet." 
I'd laugh too. I did laugh.  


Then I read lots of fanfiction, and didn't end up going to sleep until 7 in the morning.  Whoops.  Three and a half hours of sleep is enough to function... Right? 
Well, I'm about to find out.