sherlockisthebest

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Artist: Harry Chapin

Summary: In the beginning, there was Sherlock Holmes. And Holmes brought forth the brilliant doctor House, embodied by the lovely Hugh Laurie. Who prior to that in Fortysomething played a slightly less brilliant doctor, Paul Slippery, who begat three sons, the eldest of which was played by the equally-lovely-if-somewhat-peculiarly-named Benedict Cumberbatch. Who of course grew up to play Sherlock. And the Universe looked upon its work and pronounced it good. And then my head exploded.

THIS

PERFECT THING IS PERFECT

Last night, after going to the JFSP recording, I FINALLY had a dream about John Finnemore!

I dreamt that I had tickets for both recordings, and I got into the first one but not the second one because the friend I was with was overheard talking about a terrorist and Ed Morrish said we weren’t allowed to go back in as we were a security risk. But John came up to see what was going on and was a bit awkward and apologetic. He was standing next to me but I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him because I knew how much I liked him and how lovely his face is, so I didn’t even try and talk to him even though he was right beside me. But then I noticed that he was conspicuously not looking at me either and part of me hoped it meant we fancied each other but were both too shy to do anything about it. 

Then, he went back in to do the second show and I can’t really remember the transition, because dreams never really make much sense afterwards (if only I had a better memory!), but we were walking somewhere, John, me and a group of other people, and he was being really funny and sweet, plus I was making him laugh, which was such an amazingly wonderful feeling I can’t even say. And then suddenly he left but he was TEXTING ME and we were sending so many messages back and forth constantly, and it was clear that we really liked each other (in one text he referred to himself as my ‘prince’, which was so cute but not exactly the kind of thing I can imagine John actually saying… But lovely nonetheless).

And then I woke up and I was happy that John became my Dream-boyfriend, and only slightly sad that it wasn’t real. 

you know i’d really love it if i could stop feeling this tight feeling in my chest every time i even think about being in a crowded place, and i wish the feeling wouldn’t keep getting tighter to the point of suffocation when i imagine my former friends all out partying and having fun while i sit alone in my flat.