I managed to start and complete my Moriarty/Moran fanfiction this weekend, which is an accomplishment as it proves I have actually done something instead of sitting around watching Sherlock and reading my forensic guide (Best Christmas present ever. Seriously) all day. Well, I did do those things too.
I just have to survive this week and then it is our Easter break. Hurrah! That, however, is easier said than done. My English Lit tutor loves to make me read out loud, mainly because she knows that I get easily embarrassed and I'm the quietest one in the group. Apparently, when I missed a class to go to the dentist she said "Phoebe, you can have the role of Scout. Oh, she's not here?" (We're reading To Kill A Mockingbird, despite the fact that I had already read the book years before in another class.) I have learnt to avoid eye contact with her and pray she doesn't notice me.
As deductions go, I'm not doing very well.
For some utterly silly reason, I feeling like John Watson. I will expand- I am sat here blogging in my John-style jumper. I also have a little limp that doesn't seem to want to go away and a curly haired best friend.
Unfortunately, my room is still without a skull. I must go and find one.