first blog

hello,

i am dr. john h. watson. formerly an army doctor, now a blogger. i will mostly write about what i do weekly. some days are eventless, some days are horribly eventful... today is not that day, thankfully. well, thankfully for me, perhaps i'll bore you out of your mind. 

anyways, i went out grocery shopping with my flatmate who flat out (no pun intended) refused to join me. we've known eachother for around a year and i can proudly say that it has been the best year out of the 36 years that i have been on this cruel, cruel world.

he is quite an odd man to say the least. he's called sherlock holmes. we first met through a mutual friend after i complained about not having a flatmate. we've been sharing a nice little flat a couple of minutes outside central london ever since... i can say he is a messy flatmate. he doesn't clean up after the mess he makes; he often leaves his papers and science experiments and whatnot on the floor or scattered across the living room. i used to be annoyed by it but now it makes the flat more.. cozy. i like the clutter. he also plays the violin, and he often does at night when i'm getting my bloody beauty sleep. again, i used to hate it. i don't mind it now-- at least not completely. sure, it still gives me the worse headaches and sleepless nights, but at least it's nice every now and then. he plays beautifully when he puts his mind to it. speaking of his mind, he is undoubtly and alarmingly clever. he has this science where he can uncover someone's whole life story just looking about them. i fear my words won't do him justice. i'll speak more about him some other time because he isn't really the topic of this blog.. not like he'll be the main topic of any of my upcoming blogs.. though i might write about our cases(which i won't provide any context on... yet.).

as i said earlier, we went shopping. it was fine, normal. i have nothing to say about it except for the fact that it started raining horribly when we walked back to the flat. we had to sprint back to the door without a damn umbrella because i imagined we wouldn't need one sincw the grocery was a few blocks from the flat. of course, sherlock knew it would rain and i didn't bring the damn umbrella. we went inside the flat in shame. well, mostly i was in shame, sherlock said nothing. the people who did bring umbrellas stared at us as we ran like we were peasants. i could see those smug look on their faces, those looks that say they've read the bloody weather forecast and we i hadn't. soaking wet, with wet paper bags in hand, we went up to the flat and put the groceries away. goodness, the hassle we went through just for a few bags of food. y'know what? i could've easily gotten someone else to do it if i was a rich housewife. bless rich housewives. 

after taking a hot bath and drying off, we had dinner. i ordered chinese through the phone and we just sat on the couch and ate. the telly was on, sherlock wasn't paying much attention. we were watching good will hunting. i loved it. like the grown man i am, i cried horribly. 

that's it for my day. i'll talk to you again soon, internet stranger. 

'til we meet again,

John H. Watson, M.D.