cute enough to shoot you down

omg Can this day be over yet? Please?

Because I work for the NHS, in a position where new advancements in medical technology and practises affect my job, I just got to spend the last 12 hours listening to some guy with the world's worst lisp talk about a new procedure for something so rare and obscure, most people will hear about it from House and/or Casualty within the next six months (assuming they haven't already. I don't actually watch either of those. All the inaccuracies, I tell you. ALL OF THEM).

Anyway, that's why I was down in Wimbledon today. I figured, S is sick, he's probably not been up to much, and since I've had all my jabs for the year, having a cuddle wouldn't actually be the most risky thing I've done all day. And he's sick enough that he might have even let me get away with it.

I'm not in the mood for a cuddle. I don't know what sarah_s and Mrs not_thatbill did when they came over to check on S, but the bedroom looks like a bloody warzone happened in a Tesco's aisle.

I suppose I should have known something was up when Sarah called me for advice. I really didn't think making some tea and toast would have been that big of a job, but apparently it was!

Seriously. Why is there jam on the carpet? That shit is never coming out. There's soup there as well. And the bed is full of crumbs. What did he do? Sleep in the toast? Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know. The kitchen's a disaster as well, which I know, it wasn't great when I left this morning, but I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the milk lying open (and on its side!) on the table.


I swear to god, he's like dating a two-year-old sometimes.

Am I just completely unique in having been raised with the very firm knowledge that no matter how much they annoy you, you still treat your siblings with respect? I'm sure you all saw what I'm talking about, but it doesn't make me any less angry to have seen it.

Using a virus to treat HIV



In other news, continue to stay safe, London. :/

Right. Which one of you wankers told S to download Minecraft?


Because you're going to the special hell.

You ever just have one of those days?


Yeah. I'm done. Thank god it's the weekend tomorrow.

It's been a busy few days. Yesterday, Harry came over to apologise, and only wound up dragging Sherlock into everything. She tried to say that she didn't need treatment, and on top of it, I'm used to living with an addict anyway, so why bother? Which... well, doesn't follow at all, actually. There's only a few of you who can see this, and you were bound to find out anyway, so here goes.

Yes, Sherlock does have a history with drugs. Yes, that's why he went to France Dover. Someone found out about this history and told me, and when I tried to ask about it, he went on the defensive and over-reacted. A lot. When he came back home, we had a proper talk about it, and he says he's been clean for years. And I believe him. He didn't talk a whole lot about it, and I didn't push for information, but he did mention going through treatment and one or two relapses. But the point is he got help. So no, Harry. You do not get to compare yourself to him.

So he got home and I let off a bit of steam at him, which he never really seems to mind. Especially when Harry is concerned. I like to believe it's because he understands why I need to rant a bit sometimes. A little bit after that, he went over to Mike's to discuss the work he's doing for them. That was a quiet hour or so I enjoyed to myself, until he came home in an even worse mood than I'd been in earlier. I don't know exactly what happened, beyond him and Jen disagreeing on something. After that, he spent about three hours texting back and forth to someone while not talking to me, and I'm wondering if he'll ever tell me what happened.

Things sort of calmed down until this morning when I got an IM from Mary. Apparently Sherlock's jealous of her. That's news to me, and I'm not really sure how to handle it. I did have to have a talk with him about speaking for me when I haven't even given him my opinion on the matter, and now he's gone and locked himself in a cupboard downstairs and started texting people like mad again.

Mary: I will be there tomorrow, but I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. Mainly because Sherlock's declared that he's staying in tomorrow. That's probably for the best, actually.



But speaking of all this, I went to a al-anon meeting with Clara last night. It was informative and sort of help me understand a bit about what's going on with both Harry and Sherlock, who had stayed at home. Clara mentioned wanting to go more often, and depending on whether or not I have time, I may go with her. Maybe us going can convince Harry to come along.

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